give them what they want
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when they want
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when they know what they want
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i'm sick of thinking for myself so i'll play along
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stick me in a room full of books, suits, and record deals
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be sure to make some coffee with your cream and ask me how
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i feel
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it's been a long, lonely wait
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oh, we can hardly wait to hear the tunes you have made
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i'll bet they're really great
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there's something to the way you find time to create
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the second album is late
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where is it anyway?
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here i am
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believe the sound you breathe
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i'm in up to my knees
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disregard everything because now i'm over my sophomore jinx
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you're crowding my dollar signs (make everyone sing)
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your little songs i'll call mine (my sophomore jinx)
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get to the back of the line (love turns to hate)
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when i stand a million to one (to one)
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x amount of dollars for my head
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should i say "commodity"
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help me get madonna off my bed
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she's just to drunk to sing
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management's explaining, entertaining to the industry
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they've heard the same spiel a million times
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maybe two or three
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the illusion is sealed
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the band's all wrapped in chains
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wish their vibe was still real
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now it all sounds the same
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and all the grooves that they steal
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all the blues down on beale
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prolific wisdom english poets often write
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here i am
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believe the sound you breed
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i'm in up to my knees
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disregard everything because now i'm over my sophomore jinx
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you're crowding my dollar signs (make everyone sing)
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your little words, they don't rhyme (my sophomore jinx)
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you've wasted all my precious time (love turns to hate)
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when i stand a million to one
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long, lonely wait
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instant replay
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Sophomore Jinx
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