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Mr soft, turn around and force the world |
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To watch the things you're going through |
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Mr soft, believe everything they tell you |
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And be dammed if they'll thank you |
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You paint everything so cruel, |
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Coming on like mrcool; |
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Paint your face and shut the gate, |
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Noone's coming home till late |
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Don't you know, life gets tedious enough |
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Without this extra grudge to bare |
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You. so slow, shift your ideas, make your mind up |
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In a jiffy, let's be fair |
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We'll be taking off tonight, |
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Turn off your eyes and shut the light, |
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You're the most, you're so unreal |
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We'd all be dead without your spiel! |
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Mr soft, go to town and bring the dawn in, |
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In the morning on your way |
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Mr soft, put your feet upon the water |
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And play jesus for the day |
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You begin to hear them mumble, |
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Spot the starman, rough-and-tumble, |
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Fight the good fight, sling your axe. |
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Watch the speaker lead the packs |
