Stand in line like military time
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Flowers blooming up from dirt
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Wear the ties and complicated lines
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There's wrinkles on a fresh-pressed shirt
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He stands alone, conforming on his own
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He's thinking but he does not speak
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He tries to fight the edges on his mind
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But she is what he truly seeks, but she is what he truly seeks
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm reaching out
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm coming down
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm freaking out, I'm freaking out
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The heat does rise, perform in double time
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The sweat is falling from his brow
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He's near his prize, but she begins to fly
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He knows that he must act, the time is now
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A dance they play, an ancient lover's game
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Averts his eyes and chooses not to stare
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The trick, he sees, is aiming not to please
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Pretending that he doesn't really care
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If you want her, then pretend that you don't care
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm reaching out
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm coming down
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm freaking out, I'm freaking out.
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We're trapped inside this star
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And we have gone too far
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All we want is to escape, escape, escape
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Hey, is there anybody out there?
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So shout it out
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm reaching out
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm coming down
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Hey, is anybody out there?
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I'm freaking out, I'm freaking out
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Is Anybody Out There?
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The Downtown Fiction |