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Men Without Hats

Everybody Knows

Well some people stand and deliver

And some people hide in the holes

And some get burned when they cross that line,

but they don't let go...

And some people stand in the middle

And some just stand in their way

And some get burned when they cross that line,

And forget to pay...

And everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Some people stand by the money

And some people stand by the gold

And some get burned when they cross that line,

And they won't let go...

All I want is the future

And all it drinks is the truth

But all I know is when I close my eyes,

All I see is you...

And everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody knows (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody knows (oh, ohs)

You've got the moon, the sun, the stars up above

You've got the birds in the breeze, a thing called love

You've got the moon, the sun, the stars up above

You've got the birds in the breeze, a thing called love

We've got the moon, and the sun, the stars up above

We've got the birds in the breeze, a thing called love

You're the one I'm thinking of...

Some people do what they want to

Some people do what they're told

Some get burned when they cross that line,

But they won't let go...

Some people stand and deliver

Some people stand in their way

And some don't burn when you cross that line,

Well you've got to pay...

And everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody knows (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody knows (oh, ohs)

We've got the moon, and the sun, and the stars up above

We've got the birds in the breeze, and the thing called love

The moon, and the sun, and the stars up above

We've got the birds in the breeze, a thing called love

We've got the moon, and the sun, the stars up above

We've got the birds in the breeze, a thing called love

We've got the moon, and the sun, the stars up above

We've got the birds in the breeze, a thing called love

And everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody knows (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody know (oh, ohs)

Everybody knows (oh, ohs)