Seems like your heart
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stops working
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The minute they close the curtain
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And take off your mask
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And take off your costume
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And if anyone asks
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you're taking a small break
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Drinking some coffee
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But everyone knows
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what you're doing
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Seems like the bus moves slower
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Just cause you got somewhere to go
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So you take a few pills
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in Beverly Hills
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But if anyone asks
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you've got a prescription
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You got an addiction
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Who do you think that
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you're fooling
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John Doe
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I just want the John I know
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Once you put the drinks on hold
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Maybe you could come back home
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John Doe ooh oh oh oooh
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Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
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Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
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Errybody's addicted to something
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Errybody gotta grip onto something
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Even if it's just the feel too
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responsible to feel maybe once
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maybe twice
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Maybe hundreds of times
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hundreds of times
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Without it it's just harder to
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function at times
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You race to the bottom of every
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single bottle
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As if there was someone or
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something to find
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You're struggling in your mind
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And you tell yourself lie
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after lie
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'Til you get to the point where
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it's no longer private
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That people that you work with
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noticed the signs
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When you walk in the room
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It gets noticeably quiet
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So you break up the silence
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you say you've been at the gym
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But the way look
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can't blame on the diet
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So what you hiding
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John Doe
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I just want the John I know
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Once you put the drinks on hold
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Maybe you could come back home
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John Doe ooh oh oh oooh
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Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
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Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
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Yeah I've probably had
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too many things
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Smashed too many freaks
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Had too much to drop me
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Had too much to drink
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Left the club ended up in custody
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Random drug test
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passed it luckily
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My girl broke up wit' me cause
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she walked in suddenly
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With a woman up under me
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I told her Wait
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It ain't what it look like
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I must've slip and fell
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clumsy me
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Well at least I admit it cause
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the worst you could do
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Is to do it and not be man
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enough to say that you did it
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That's just how you prevent it
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well I ain't no different
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I love all the money the fame
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And the parties with beautiful
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women
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I spend so much time as an
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underground artist
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Cause I was afraid to succumb to
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the business
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And what I'd become
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But that what you'd judge I become
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The path with the greatest
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resistance
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That's how the tables can turn
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when they pivot
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And change you perspective and
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flip your entire position
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My whole life I've been dying to
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wish and to live and experience
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Everything possible
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When I told 'em my dreams
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they just said they ain't logical
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Now I can see it it's optical
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optical
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ooh oh oh oooh
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Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
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Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
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John Doe
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I just want the John I know
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Once you put the drinks on hold
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Maybe you could come back home
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John Doe
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John Doe (Feat. Priscilla)
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| B.o.B |
