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Give me a reason for talking |
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When everything's already said |
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It's clear to see from history |
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And things I see on my TV |
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Words just formed a symphony |
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Of things that we never got round to |
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Seems like it's time to stop looking |
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For things that already are found |
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The woods should not be hard to see |
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They've taken down all the trees |
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But somebody once told me |
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They were somewhere around here |
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Oooh, Aaah, oooh, aaah |
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Will make a new declaration |
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So maybe the next generation |
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Will see this all as history |
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Turned into obscurity |
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Words will form a symphony of things |
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That we will get round to |
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Hold on hope and dream |
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Maureen, my sweet sixteen |
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You and me, could be free |
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Ignore mortality |
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Let's take the bus to anywhere |
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Oooh, Aaah, oooh, aaah. |
