they found out where you like to hide
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dream of centre stage at sell out shows
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your name in lights
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these words are not enough tonight
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you¡¯re in way too deep
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so keep repeating favourite lines
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they¡¯re not long shots
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if you believe enough
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so come on hot-shot
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show us what you¡¯ve got
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in the heart department
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i hope you¡¯ve got the guts
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with your hood up over your head
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and the hair on the back of your neck on end
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with your brand new converse
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torn at the seams
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turn your headphones up
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can you hear me
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from the backseat to your bedroom wall
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where you lean to make those late-night calls
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and say your falling
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high hopes for warm glows and white lies
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you press hard on keys to make us believe
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you¡¯re still alive
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they¡¯re not long shots
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if you believe enough
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so come on hot-shot
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you made us want to believe in everything you say
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you know a little over-acting goes a long long way
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your hero¡¯s never gonna save you coz it¡¯s way too late
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so just scream out my name
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Warm Glows And White Lies
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| One:Day:Life |
