Out of the corner
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Of my tired eyes
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I'm not surprised
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That it's now a quarter past too late
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Nothing new, it's no case out of the ordinary
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I'm so very wrapped around your finger this time
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Oh, won't you give me awhile to unwind?
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You're on top of the world
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And I'm just waiting, making up your excuse
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You say that love's tough, are you sure?
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Ain't it just a piece of cake to make me look like a fool?
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I look like a fool
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You're like a splinter
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Just killing me slowly from inside
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The piercing winter is so much
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More inviting than the stare in your eyes
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One heavy cinderblock, like a rock
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You're just staying, weighing, breaking me down
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I'm crying out, you don't hear a sound
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You're on top of the world
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And I'm just waiting, making up your excuse
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You say that love's tough, are you sure?
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Ain't it just a piece of cake to make me look like a fool?
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I look like a fool
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Hope I've lost enough to win you back your prize
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To put you up sky high, get your pride back to its familiar place
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And I hope it's cost enough of my dear, precious time
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To lift your spirits, spark your smile
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You're on top of the world
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And I'm just waiting, making up your excuse
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You say that love's tough, are you sure?
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Ain't it just a piece of cake to make me look like a fool?
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I look like a fool
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You break me, make me look like a fool
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I am not your fool, no, no
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You may be on top of the world
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But I'm done playing by your rules
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You're on top of the world
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Top Of The World
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| Kate Voegele |
