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Samantha, look at your wristwatch |
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There's something weird in the way the pointers turn |
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Samantha, where's your car parked? |
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There's something weird in the way you make me feel |
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It's the perfect time to get tough, my baby |
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Cause everyone wants to push you around |
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And there's no need to be shy, my baby |
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Cause everyone wants to push you around |
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There's a picture on your T-shirt |
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Of the Eiffel tower in twilight |
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And if we stare real long at the dial plate |
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We can reverse the way the pointers turn |
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It's the perfect time to get tough, my baby |
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Cause everyone wants to push you around |
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And there's no need to be shy, my baby |
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Cause everyone wants to push you around |
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Samantha, look at the streetlights |
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There's something wrong with the way the city breathes |
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Samantha, look at my face now |
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There's something weird in the way the city feels |
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Samantha, everyone's trying to push you around |
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Samantha, everyone's trying to push you around |
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Samantha, everyone's trying to push you around |
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Samantha, everyone's trying to push you around |
