| Marchin’to the beat of a drum
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| thats got no feet;
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| you’ll never fall down;
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| no, you’ll never miss a step.
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| livin’in a cage so big, you can’t
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| see any bars; |
| you’ll have a comforting rhythm,
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| but you’ll never reach out far enough.
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| i don’t, know, what, you, ex, pect, of, me.
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| if i, don’t, have; |
| true, love, un, der, stands.
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| walkin’down the street
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| of a town; |
| can’t find the beat.
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| well, did you leave home…
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| without the shoes your mother made,
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| oh, oh, oh… for your feet?
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| outside of that place, now,
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| for sure, can’t hear the drum.
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| but did your heart stop?
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| no, you never heard it
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| 'til now,
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| oh, oh, oh… until now.
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| i don’t, know, what, you, ex, pect, of, me.
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| if i, don’t, have; |
| true, love, un, der, stands.
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| i don’t, know, what, you, ex, pect, of, me.
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| and, if i… i don’t have it,…
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| but this is what we both think it is…
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| well, then, true love would
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| have to…
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| love would
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| surely understand.
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| it would have to |