| Beautiful flyaway
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| Somewhere like Holy Days
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| Wonder what brought me back to earth
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| Haven’t I always been here
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| Let’s have another nibble
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| Later I think I’ll disappear into the bishop’s hall
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| And take a look at what we offer
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| DDT poisoning me changing my relativity What’s it going to be da da da da d-da
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| Later I think I’ll disappear into another room
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| And take a look inside the till
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| Lovel days, human ways, journeys that take us to the end
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| Aah…
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| Haven’t we always been here
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| Sharing one love and one fear
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| Some day you’ll know that life is really, really all about you
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| So come and look inside
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| You’ll be surprised to find
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| Later I think I’ll disappear into another womb
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| And take a look inside the mens' room
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| Haven’t I given you everything that I could give
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| Where do you live
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| Aah…
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| You are the only censor. |
| If you don’t like what I say, you have a choice. |
| You can turn me off.
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| If you don’t like what I say, you have a choice. |
| You can turn me off.
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| Well I’ve written home to mother
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| The ink ran from my tear
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| I said «Momma, momma please
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| Tell me why you brought me here» |