I heard him yell something
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It shouldn't be this bad
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He's spitting as he says "Hi"
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I catch fire
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So fortunate for you
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You were free to choose
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That's not enough to keep me from yelling
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She shivers at her desk
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As he yells "12 PM"
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But no one's running late
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They're all airheads
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Cause he is on the move
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And these virgins talk about groove
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And make it sound so credible
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Oh tonight's suffused with love
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Don't spend all your time
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It's only hit and run
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Why spend all your time
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making someone else's dream?
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You always meet these girls
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Penetrating eyes
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And tentatively I require names
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But he is on their minds
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Young, lost occupied time
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vanishes, unfortunately
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Can I have learned eyes?
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I knew you'd hesitate
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I pictured this "unfortunately, no
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We haven't got the time
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for he is in our minds"
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Just about enough to keep me on the outside
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Is tonight suffused with love?
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Don't spend all your time
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It's only hit and run
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Why spend all your time
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making someone else's dream?
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Suffused With Love
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| Sondre Lerche |
