| I’ve got something special to show you
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| But I suppose you’ve seen it all before
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| There’s something I’m trying to tell you
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| But then again you’ve heard it all before
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| I survived another week just like the one before
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| When everything you wanted somehow leaves you wanting more
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| And I looked beneath the carpet, behind each and every door
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| Trying to find you something like you’ve never had before
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| And it seems we’re just beginners
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| No previous experience at all
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| Just the last original sinners
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| And if you need me just be sure to call
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| And they tell you which way not to go and so you go that way
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| One child plays with what another throws away
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| Like a kite without string, go anywhere, do anything
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| I’m trying to take you someplace you’ve never been before
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| I see something new in each and every move
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| From your old, old hat to your blown-out shoes
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| It’s tried and true, and it’s all I do
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| And I hope it’s not all the same to you
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| The old and new, they get mistaken all the time
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| Is that something I’ve never seen before?
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| Or just a brand new shine?
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| Now they’re cranking 'em out by the millions
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| They look and act exactly just the same
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| And each one’s one in a million
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| And each has got its own elusive game
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| It’s the same old dusty atmosphere just like the other place
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| I see something familiar in each and every face
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| Seems to me I’ve seen you, been here, said this once before
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| I’m trying to take you someplace you’ve never been before
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| I see something new in each and every moon
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| From your old, old hat to your blown-out shoes
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| When I dropped it and broke it I thought of you
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| And I hope it’s not all the same to you
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| And the old and new, they get mistaken all the time
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| Is there something I’ve never seen before? |