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Sat in the corner of the garden grill |
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With plastic flowers on the window still |
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No more miracles, loaves and fishes |
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Been so busy with the washing of the dishes |
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Reaction levels much too high |
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I can do without the stimuli |
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I'm living way beyond my ways and means |
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Living in the zone of the in betweens |
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I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean |
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Static charge of the cold emotion |
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Watched on by the distant eyes |
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Watched on by the silent hidden spies |
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But still the warmth flows through me |
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And I sense you know me well |
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No luck, no golden chances |
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No mitigating circumstances now |
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It's only common sense |
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There are no accidents around here |
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I am willing |
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Lay your hands on me |
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I am ready |
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Lay your hands on me |
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I believeLay your hands on me, over me |
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Working in gardens, thornless roses |
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Fat men play with their garden hoses |
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Poolside laughter has a cynical bite |
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Sausage speared by the cocktail satellite |
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I walk away from light and sound |
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Down stairways leading underground |
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But still the warmth flows through me |
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And I sense you know me well |
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It's only common sense |
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There are no accidents around here |
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I am willing |
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Lay your hands on me |
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I am ready |
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Lay your hands on me |
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I believeLay your hands on me, over me |
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Over meLay your hands on me |
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Lay your hands on me |
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Lay your hands on me, over me |
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Lay your hands on me |
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Lay your hands on me |
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Lay your hands on me |
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Lay your hands on me, over me |
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Lay your hands on me, over me |
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Lay your hands on me, over me |
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Lay your hands on me, over me |
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Lay your hands on me, over me |
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Lay your hands on me, over me |
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Lay your hands on me, over me |
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Lay your hands on me |
