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Be careful where you tread |
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You don't want to do any harm |
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And you don't have to have a reason |
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To do what you do when you do it |
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When you don't want to be all alone |
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You can turn to me 'cos it's easy |
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There's nothing worse than cold tea |
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You say it's in the wrist |
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It's in the rhythm of your palm |
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You life's and open field |
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And you can run, run till you drop |
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To lie in long grass |
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Or between the sheets that you brought along |
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We forget the pot that was hot before it got cold |
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Make your mark and hope it works 'cos there's more to life to see |
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Make your mark, make it loud and clear, 'cos there's more to life with me |
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Give you an inch and you'll walk with a smile |
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Give me a slice and I'll be quiet for a while |
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You've got to grow with what you believe, believe |