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Please, please, make love freeze |
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And break apart in the middle of it |
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Then they could see the hate, when they separate |
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And taste the salt of their tears |
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No, no, it's all about experience |
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Control, you might as well be wood, no good |
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Why, why, your questions die |
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In a shout and no attention |
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You might have said, that they both were dead |
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So put the puzzle away |
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But no, it's all about experience |
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Control, they're gonna give you none, no fun |
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Don't tell the kids, they'll never understand it |
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Don't tell the kids, don't waste your time, no |
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Get back, it's a heart attack |
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And the planet needs a doctor |
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We can tell it looks like hell |
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But they make us close our eyes |
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No, it's all about experience |
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And control, you might as well be stone, alone |
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Don't tell the kids, they'll never understand it |
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Don't tell the kids, don't waste your time, yeah |
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Don't tell the kids, they'll never get the picture |
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Don't tell the kids, you waste your time, yeah |
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Don't tell the kids, they just don't understand it |
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Don't tell the kids, don't waste your time, time |
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Talk to the animals |
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Anyone who'll answer |
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Any fool will do |
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Just don't tell the kids |
