 Remember your lines, commit them to mind,
If you have your doubts, I have my rewind,
So that's what you do, you follow your cue,
Your reasons to me, feel like an excuse.
He has plans rise up, stand up for a cause,
You kittens and pups, don't know you've been born,
You rest on the cusp, of the abyss, how can you resist?
The scene has been set, our characters meet,
Although they have passed, before in the street,
A plan is devised and latter conceived,
But then it's revised, before it's redeemed.
The choice has been ripped right out of your hands,
So hang with your girls or stand by your man,
There cool as discreet, we're glued to our seat,
Recycle repeat.
I offered my heart to the pram faced girl,
She's rough at the edges but pure as a pearl,
She's doing alright on her own in the world,
I offered my heart.
He has plans rise up, stand up for a cause,
You kittens and pups, don't know you've been born,
There cool as discreet, we're glued to our seat,
Recycle your peat.
So that's what you do, you follow your cues, feels like an excuse,
So that's what you do, you follow your cues, feels like an excuse,
So that's what you do, you follow your cues, feels like an excuse,
So that's what you do, you follow your cues, feels like an excuse.
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