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You’ve got a shot You’re taking the lot You just don’t want it end But we’ve got time to spend We’ve got the facts So why can’t you relax You don’t like it, you keep it at bay Think I’d rather stay Rather stay inside And I don’t why Who will hold their hands tonight? The brightest bulbs are turning white Between their palms and steady thumbs Below the calm of stadiums The people with their heads above The only thing you’re thinking of It’s not enough You’ve got shots You hit the same spots He swears that you’ve wrapped it to tight But he’s been up all night Wringing his hands while you strike up the band He don’t like it, don’t want it that way Think I’d rather play Rather play inside And it makes me cry Tap your feet and shake your heads Will someone put us back to bed We’re going through our past careers Our quiet phases, favorite fears And bringing forth someone so fair I’d like to push them down the stars