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You've got us hanging off your every word |
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Patiently waiting a sign |
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One minute we can expect the absurd |
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Next minute everything's fine |
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So unpredictable no reason nor rhyme |
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Worse than the hours in a day |
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We seem to remember a well balanced time |
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Or was it always this way |
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Hot to cold |
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Too hot to hold |
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Hot to cold |
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Too hot to hold |
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Too hot to... |
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Half a degree either way unconcerned |
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You shed no ray of relief |
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And plagued by a fear of your high winds of change |
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Day to night's difference is brief |
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Erratic shifts in your moods have us all |
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Under a high pressure sway |
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Showering us constantly playing your game |
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We have no choice but to play |
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Hot to cold |
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Too hot to hold |
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Hot to cold |
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Too hot to hold |
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Too hot to... |
