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It doesn't matter what I say |
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As long as I sing with inflection |
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It makes you feel that I'll convey |
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Some inner truth of vast reflection |
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But I've said nothing so far |
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And I can keep it up as long as it takes |
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And it don't matter who you are |
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If I'm doing my job, it's your resolve that breaks |
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Because the hook brings you back |
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I ain't tellin' you no lie |
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The hook brings you back |
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On that you can rely |
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There is something amiss |
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I am being insincere |
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In fact I don't mean any of this |
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Still my confession draws you near |
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To confuse the issue I'll refer |
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Familiar heroes from long ago |
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No matter how much Peter loved her |
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What made the Pan refuse to grow |
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Was that the hook brings you back |
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I ain't tellin' you no lie |
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The hook brings you back |
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On that you can rely |
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Suck it in suck it in |
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If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn |
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Make a desperate move or else you'll win |
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And then begin |
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To see what you're doing to me this MTV is not for free |
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It's so PC it's killing me |
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So desperately I sing to thee of love, |
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Sure, but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self |
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And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf |
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I've tried |
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Well no, in fact I lied |
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Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside |
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To hide or slide |
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I'll do as I decide and let it ride until I've died |
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And only then shall I abide |
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this tide of catchy little tunes |
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Of hip three minute ditties |
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I wanna bust all your balloons |
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I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground |
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I've found |
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I will not mess around |
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Unless I play then hey |
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I will go on all day hear what I say |
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I have a prayer to pray |
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That's really all this was |
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And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck |
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I don't rely on luck because |
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The hook brings you back |
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I ain't tellin' you no lie |
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The hook... |
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On that you can rely |
