Some will say it's too late,
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So don't change the story.
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There's too much at stake to grow.
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Yesterday was so great,
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Just bask in the glory.
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Don't let your feelings show.
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And I say,
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"oh yeah" like a man with condition
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I wait for my heart to stop.
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Stay down,
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Got a plan hold that position.
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You can't afford a flop.
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[Chorus:]
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Pack my suitcase
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With my game face,
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Take the same place,
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And put away the dreams I had.
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Let my hair grow,
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Find some old clothes,
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Let the world know
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That my glory days were plaid.
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I'm not asking for permission,
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Are you ready for me to be me.
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Just pass the ammunition,
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This prisoner's about to bust free from chains.
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For so long you told me to keep it familiar,
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Just play what they all would find,
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I can wear this blindfold, stick to your story,
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But I gotta ask myself why.
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And I play,.., goes on
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For so many seasons,
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Til I'm sure I'm losing my mind.
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And I say, oh no,
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Gotta have a much better reason
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To leave all my dreams behind.
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Strangers,
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Rearrange us,
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Stay the same fate,
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And become your favorite fad.
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With the see-through,
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I gotta be true,
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I can't be you.
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While yes still comes in plaid.
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I'm not asking for permission
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Are you ready for me to be me.
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Lord, pass some ammunition,
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This prisoner's about to bust free from your chains.
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I'm more than just excited,
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Like a hundred pounds of monkey on my back.
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Now everybody's divided,
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We're riding this train til we run clear out of track.
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Clean of track.
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[Chorus]
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Plaid
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