| Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say
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| And I’ll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade
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| In an open car or wherever you are
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| Push yourself too far and it might get hot
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| Well, I really don’t need the confusion
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| And, you know, I just ain’t the type
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| To get all wrapped up in the illusion
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| Of doing something that I know ain’t right, right, right
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| Right, right
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| You’ve got to want to rearrange
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| And keep it off the record, off the record
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| You’ve got to know that we will change
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| And keep it off the record, off the record, come on
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| In a crowded room, near the box of boom
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| To an artificial tune, I see you swoon
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| Well, you knew all this would turn to mist
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| If your idea wasn’t kissed, why’re you so pissed?
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| Well, I know you don’t need the confusion
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| And I know you just ain’t the type
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| To get all wrapped up in the illusion
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| Of doing something that you know ain’t right, right, right
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| Right, right
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| Right, right
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| Right, right, right
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| You’ve got to want to rearrange
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| And keep it off the record, off the record
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| You’ve got to know that we will change
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| And keep it off the record, off the record
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| You’ve got to want to rearrange
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| And keep it off the record, off the record
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| You’ve got to know that we will change
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| And keep it off the record, off the record, come on |