Men Without Hats — Everybody Knows

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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)