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Texty: Yashin. Friends In High Places.

You think you can stop us in our tracks,
Now it's all gone wrong,
You've had your 15 minutes lets move on.

You think I can't see what your doing.

It won't be, it won't be long, o'course it won't.
It won't be, it won't be long, o'course it won't.
The clocks will turn to our time,
IT WON'T BE LONG!
It won't be, it won't be long, course it won't.

IT'S SOMEONE YOU LOVE, WHICH SOON YOU LOATHE!

And you think I can't see what your doing,
You think I can't see.

It won't be, it won't be long, o'course it won't.
It won't be, it won't be long, o'course it won't.
The clocks will turn to our time,
IT WON'T BE LONG!
It won't be, it won't be long, course it won't.

THIS IS THE STAGE, YOU DON'T BELONG! (AHHHHHH)

THIS IS THE STAGE, YOU DON'T BELONG!

And you think I can't see what your doing,
You think I can't see.

It won't be, it won't be long, o'course it won't.
It won't be, it won't be long, o'course it won't.
The clocks will turn to our time,
IT WON'T BE LONG!
It won't be, it won't be long, course it won't.

WOO!

THIS IS THE STAGE, YOU DON'T BELONG!

(Thanks to Rache; Miller for these lyrics)