Stick to what you know baby, it's not the end of the world just yet.
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When opportunity screams your name, you have only yourself to thank.
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It's every man for himself tonight, we're growing out of these old clothes.
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The other coast, it calls my name but I just want to stay at home.
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You're dressed in white standing by the altar.
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I'm at some junkies home on South State St. sleeping on the floor.
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And that phone keeps a-ringing, door bell's a-buzzin' alright.
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But loud noises like sirens don't really wake me up no more.
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Because it's every man for himself tonight,
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we're growing out of these old clothes.
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The alarm clock radio plays my song but I just want to stay asleep.
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It goes around in a circle, it'll come back again.
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The more I can learn the more I'm sure we can win.
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You gotta take some chances to progress in life,
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it's me on my own, I hunt for myself tonight!
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Heat On The Feet
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