| 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, preform 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 |