| Bend my head in cellophane
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| Come on, baby, ease the pain
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| Don’t sit there all tied up
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| In your regret, regret
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| Live your life and think for yourself
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| So don’t hold back because of me
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| Be the things you wanna be
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| But you still want to stick around
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| Aw, you should, oh, you should
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| All around, things are moving
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| And lying’s such a waste
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| Turn around, face the world
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| And you will find your place
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| And you will run like hell
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| And you will run like hell
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| There’s nothing you can say to me
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| That wouldn’t make me wanna see you
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| Out there, taking a chance on the world
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| The world, spending your life wanting to see
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| What’s just around the corner for
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| You and all the open doors
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| That pass you by, you stick around
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| Aw, you should, oh, you should
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| All around, things are moving
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| And lying’s such a waste
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| Turn around, face the world
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| And you will find your place
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| And you will run like hell
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| And you will run like hell
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| All around, things are moving
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| And lying’s such a waste
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| Turn around, face the world
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| And you will find your place
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| And you will run like hell
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| And you will run like hell
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| And you will (Run like hell)
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| And you will (Run like hell) |