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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) |
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I want somebody here to tell me why, |
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There's always smoke up in the sky. |
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Please don't make me want to cry, |
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Detail has not been seen. |
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Summer trees should all be green, |
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Plain and green as they have been, |
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Sun don't ever change the scene, |
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Please never let them die. |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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Sounds which soar above my ears, |
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Will naturally precede in years, |
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They only cause a flood of tears, |
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I want to turn and run. |
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Don't need someone to make my fun, |
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Only need to see the sun, |
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I will not go and cause harm, |
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I cannot think that way. |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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Sit spellbound by a flickering screen, |
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Watch the ever changing scenes, |
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Listen to the rising screams, |
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Of children of today. |
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Lock your doors and stay within, |
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Upon your face the stupid grins, |
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Penalty for unrealised sins, |
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Committed on your way. |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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What do you want? |
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