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Well what's the harm? It's good clean fun... |
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why don't you just go on and have another one? |
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When there's hanky-panky in the boardroom, |
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Wooly-bully on the farm, what's the harm? |
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It's quite alright - I mean to say, tomorrow's just another day..." |
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Oh, but in the morning, |
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but in the morning light |
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will you still feel as fine, |
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will you still need to trade day for night? |
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In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king; |
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in the country of the sheep, they call him Cyclops. |
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And the quality of mind is such a tenuous thing |
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that here you need it like a blind man needs eye drops. |
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Get out of that back room, |
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this vacuum, it attracts you, but in fact |
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you don't know quite what it is; |
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you're being sapped of everything |
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you once valued so highly.... |
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Will you still feel as strong, |
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will you still long for weakness to come? |
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It's a Chemical World... |
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not a candidate ever fails; |
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though you search for the Holy Grail |
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you're not going to find it |
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in the Chemical World. |
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A sleeper train...you can't escape; |
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fast overnight...the ticker-tape. |
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Oh but in the morning, |
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but in the morning haze |
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will the market have turned, |
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will there be no more days left to trade? |
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It's the Chemical World |
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and from the moment that it's embraced |
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it's the Chemical World |
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all the diamonds turn to paste |
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in the Chemical World.... |
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Yeah, you think you'll look so pretty - |
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it's gonna blow up in your face. |
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"It's just the time, so slow to pass. |
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It's just the drug...it doesn't last.... |
