All I ever wanted was to get away
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And spend some time alone
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To a big house in the country
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To a private yacht with Wall St. on the phone
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And in a million dollar paradise
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Maybe I could sing a better song
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But I've found something different now
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And I finally understand
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That money gets you everything
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But it slips straight through your hands
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And it's love that makes the world go round
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And it's nationwide from town to town
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It gets you coming up and going down
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And it makes everything alright
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I'd give you everything and that's a start
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To get next to you and the keys to your heart
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There's something going on here
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Something going on behind your eyes
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You got me feeling kind of nervous
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With that Mona Lisa smile
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And maybe I could get a steady job
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Bring home the bacon 9 to 5
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See I'd do anything to win you
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Anything at all, I've got my cards
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Down on the table, baby
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We could have a ball!
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Chorus
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There was a time when I believed
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That I'd be Ok
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Living by myself
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Then I laid eyes on you
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And I believe that I became somebody else
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Now I believe... yeah! yeah! yeah!
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Keys to Your Heart
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| John Waite |
