| Maybe I’ll stick out on the pavement
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| Under your sneakers I’ve been waiting
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| To catch a whiff of something
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| Wishing, hoping, praying
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| Maybe I’ll slip into the back of a limousine
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| I must have skipped out of the heavens
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| Cranking my ego to 11
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| Me and my solo mission
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| Hittin' and hittin' and missin'
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| Maybe I’ll make it to the back of a magazine
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| Somebody pick me up off the ground
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| Take me to the lost and found
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| Somebody accidentally put me down
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| Take me to the lost and found
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| I know it’s drastic but I’m jaded
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| Mr. Fantastic, yeah, I made it
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| Too many hands are shakin'
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| Thank you, I love it, I hate it
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| Too many kisses in the back of a limousine
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| First it was vintage, now it’s dated
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| High definition, now it’s faded
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| This intuition doesn’t
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| Feel like it’s makin' a statement
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| Without some lipstick and a head full of gasoline
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| Somebody pick me up off the ground
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| Take me to the lost and found
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| Somebody accidentally put me down
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| Take me to the lost and found
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| I must have blacked out in the basement
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| Scratching my television, aching
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| One sip of Kool-Aid got me drunk on the expectation
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| And now I’m naked in the back of a magazine
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| Somebody pick me up off the ground
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| Take me to the lost and found
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| Somebody accidentally put me down
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| Take me to the lost and found
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| I wanna mingle in the lost and found
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| Everyone’s single in the lost and found
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| Somebody accidentally put me down
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| Take me to the lost and found |