(J. Ferguson/Sloan)
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Where did you go to?
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And how did you get there?
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Hope you come back soon
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I've left you an empty room
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Where did you go to?
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And how did you get there?
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Hope you come back soon
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You've left me with plenty of room
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To breathe
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But I feel like I'm chokin'
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You see, can't you see
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Whether it's a half a mile
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Or a thousand miles
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Well, you won't put on your shoes
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Just for something to do for me
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Whether it's a half a mile
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Or a thousand miles
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Well, it's probably too far
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More like a trip across the stars
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To you
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And I feel like I'm chokin'
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You see, can't you see
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What's there to decide?
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You think that one step forward
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Is one step back
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Stuck on a circus ride
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It always stops up in mid-air
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No one even knows you're there
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What's there to decide?
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But I feel like I'm chokin'
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You see, can't you see
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What's there to decide?
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You think that one step forward
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Is one step back
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Stuck on a circus ride
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Self assured but you don't care
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Don't get blinded by the glare
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What's there to decide?
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What's there to decide?
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WHAT'S THERE TO DECIDE?
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| Sloan |
