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If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can |
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My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran |
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My sensory mind is too old to cry |
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Not ready to live and too strange to die |
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So stop your doubt push the world on by |
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With your hand |
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It takes time to love and open minds to love |
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And who's got time on their hands |
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Well life can be hard when you're holes in a card |
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In some electronic hand |
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You'll wander around from place to place |
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Disappear without a trace |
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And someone else will take your place |
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In line |
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You can fool your friends about the way it ends |
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But you can't fool yourself |
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Take your head in hand and make your own demands |
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Or you'll crystallize on the shelf |
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The freeway's concrete way won't show |
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You where to run or how to go |
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And running fast you'll go down slow in the end |
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Running fast you'll go down slow in the end |
