| I don’t think I can fly
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| But I, but I believe in you
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| I don’t spend what I lack
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| But I, but I believe that you’re coming back
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| Don’t fly much
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| Don’t try much, but I wait on you
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| Hard earn it
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| Don’t burn it, I don’t even ask
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| Oh ink your map
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| Ink your map
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| I don’t think I will break
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| But I can feel a malfunction
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| I’m Sturdy
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| Learned early, but these days I’m broke
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| Oh take my pound
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| No need for flesh to hold a hollow mould
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| When everybody says it should be beating like a drum well
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| My ticker ain’t tocking (ooh ooh)
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| I can’t believe you’re walking (ooh ooh)
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| It don’t sing
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| Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
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| No beating no
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| Da dum, da dum, da dum
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| It don’t sing
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| Da dum, da dum, da dum, no
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| I’m eating leaner cuts and meeting up with peers from the years gone by
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| To try’n' find
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| Love, Love, Love
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| Oh lace up your shoes
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| Messenger of many miles to walk before my brain accepts the news
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| But I’ve discovered my ears
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| And what they really like to do is hear a friendly voice
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| No need for
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| Drums that have a beating past
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| And suddenly the pulse is lost and stillness comes at zero cost and
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| My ticker ain’t tocking (ooh ooh)
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| I can’t believe you’re walking (ooh ooh)
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| Oh, come-by boy, come-by boy
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| You have been out 'thinking'
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| For too long boy, too long boy
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| You must be cold
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| Oh, come-by boy, come-by boy
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| You have been out 'thinking'
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| For too long boy, too long boy
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| You must be cold
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| Oh won’t you come home?
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| My ticker ain’t tocking (ooh ooh)
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| I can’t believe you’re walking (ooh ooh) |