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We wanna have it, all that you've gotWe wanna chase it, we want it hotWe wanna see, all that you seeI wanna act on every urge that's inside meYeah your pain is a ride and you're life's only paperYeah your wife just called, said she might call laterAnd a home is a home, and your life is a flat-screenYeah don't look now, you're already a has-beenWe wanna feel all that you feelI wanna feel that my time here is a big dealWe wanna have it, we wanna touch itAll that you got, we wanna grab itWhat you reap is what you sowAnd what you sow is an unknownYeah your pain is a ride and you're life's only paperYeah your wife just called, said she might call laterAnd a home is a home, and your life is a flat-screenYeah don't look now, you're already a has-been From Letras Mania