Come On
The very best of what you've got to offer.
Tell them what your hands were made for.
Tell them who your mouth was made for.
You've got your profits and your mathematicians
The vocal fuel of a generation.
Tell me what my hands were made for.
Tell me who my mouth was made for.
And please don't be mad at me
You'll get what you ask for.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
So very close to what you had expected,
It makes it hard to keep my head up level.
Tell me I'm what your hands were made for.
Tell me I'm who your mouth was made for.
And if you come down on me . . .
Well, you'll get what you ask for.
So, come on. Come on. Come on.
I, I want to get myself back
High. I want to get myself back tonight.
All of the things
That you promised us that you'd be,
Well, now your hands are tired.
And all of the things
That you promised me that you'd need,
Now my hands are tired.
But I was nice.
Yeah, I was nice.
But I, I give my life for one night, one night, one night.
I will not give up. I will not give up.
I will not give up . . .
What do you know? What do you know?
What do you know?
What do you know?
Come on. Come on. Come on.
("Come On" by Tegan and Sara)
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