You¡¯ve got a world wide face
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And I¡¯ve been away for a year
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I¡¯ll hide it in someplace safe
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Where even the spies don¡¯t hear
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I¡¯ve been a lost long shot
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A prodigal son by trade
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Somehow the words won¡¯t stop
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Even when deals are made
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Time and space
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We can be distant
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Running a different race
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And nobody really wins
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And only the fools rush in
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And only the frightened wait
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I¡¯d rather be foolish than
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Be scared of my own mistakes
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Lost Long Shot
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| The New Amsterdams |
