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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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talking to you. Come on In violent times. You shouldn't have to sell your soul. In black and white. They really really ought to know. Those one track minds. That took you for a working boy. Kiss them
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Incomprehensible Into that void of silence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
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All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for their daily races. Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are fillin' up their glasses. No expression, no
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All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places. Worn out faces. . Bright and early for their daily races. Going nowhere. Going nowhere. . Their tears are filling up their glasses. No
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Incomprehensible Into that void of silence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
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Incomprehensible Into that void of silence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
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possible. Sowing the seeds of love I spy tears in their eyes. They look to the skies. For some kind of divine intervention. Food goes to waste. So nice to eat, so nice to taste. Politician grannie with
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rich, in the next you are poor. Save your excuses, your tensions and fears. Be sure as you go and you go with the flow. And you reap what you sow as above, so below Mind your lip and swing your hips
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Advice for the young at heart. Soon we will be older. When we're gonna make it work? Too many people living in a secret world. While they play mothers and fathers. We play little boys and girls
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. And age. For all. And not for one. All lies. And secrets. Put on. Put on and on. . This is the working hour. We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes. . And fear is such a vicious thing
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. The way you are. . These fingers aren't my fingers. These hands are not my hands. No one sees and no one cares what gets broken. Not for rhyme and not for reason. What gets broken. What gets
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. And age. For all. And not for one. All lies. And secrets. Put on. Put on and on. . This is the working hour. We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes. . And fear is such a vicious thing
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. And age. For all. And not for one. All lies. And secrets. Put on. Put on and on. . This is the working hour. We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes. . And fear is such a vicious thing
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. The way you are. . These fingers aren't my fingers. These hands are not my hands. No one sees and no one cares what gets broken. Not for rhyme and not for reason. What gets broken. What gets
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How can I be sure?. When your intrusion is my illusion. How can I be sure. When all the time you changed my mind. I asked for more and more. How can I be sure. . When you don't give me love
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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really, really ought to know. Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy. Kiss them goodbye - you shouldn't have to jump for joy. . You shouldn't have to jump for joy. . Shout, shout, let
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talking to you. Come on In violent times. You shouldn't have to sell your soul. In black and white. They really really ought to know. Those one track minds. That took you for a working boy. Kiss them
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How can I be sure, when your intrusion's my illusion?. How can I be sure when all the time you change my mind?. I ask for more and more, how can I be sure? When you don't give me love, you give me
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Scratch the ice. Let the telephone ring. Sense of time is a powerful thing. And we love to laugh. Love to cry. Half alive. We love to. Go slow when we're dancing for rain. Dry skin flakes
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are paid by those who learn by our mistakes This day and age for all and not for one. All lies and secrets, put on, put on and on This is the working hour. We are paid by those who learn by our
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world of sound It's in the way you're always hiding from the light. See for yourself you have been sitting on a time bomb. No revolution maybe someone somewhere else. Could show you something new about
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are These fingers aren't my fingers. These hands are not my hands. No one sees and no one cares what gets broken. Not for rhyme and not for reason. What gets broken, what gets broken Going far
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are These fingers aren't my fingers. These hands are not my hands. No one sees and no one cares what gets broken. Not for rhyme and not for reason. What gets broken, what gets broken Going far
