| Have you ever thought about somebody else
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| That you like the way they walk and talk and dress and smelled
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| Have you ever realised when you look into their eyes
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| You have to make a compromise to welcome tiny little lies
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| Did you ever see yourself in the position… mm-hmm
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| To make a decision…
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| Of going against your rhy-y-y-y-ythm?
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| And your mind turns purple and red
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| And you’re asking what’s going on in your head
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| And you’re flying with no wings to be spread
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| So you’re falling, yeah, deeper instead
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| And you’re lying, holding your breath
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| And you’re sighing, «Is this all I get?»
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| Until you’re realising
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| That your body knows more than your head
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| Have you ever had the need to satisfy your greed
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| To meet somebody who totally agrees
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| Have you ever had the wish to erase what you accomplished
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| To clean and polish, to feel new and fresh
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| Did you ever see yourself in the position… mm-hmm, yeah
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| To make a decision…
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| Of going against your rhy-y-y-y-ythm?
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| And your mind turns purple and red
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| And you’re asking what’s going on in your head
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| And you’re flying with no wings to be spread
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| So you’re falling, yeah, deeper instead
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| And you’re lying, holding your breath
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| And you’re sighing, «Is this all I get?»
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| Until you’re realising
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| That your body knows more than your head
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| Mind turns purple and red
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| Asking what’s going on in your head
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| Flying with no wings to be spread
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| Ba-ba-ba-da-pow
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| And your mind turns purple and red
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| And you’re asking what’s going on in your head
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| And you’re flying with no wings to be spread
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| So you’re falling, yeah, deeper instead
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| And you’re lying, holding your breath
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| And you’re sighing, «Is this all I get?»
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| Until you’re realising
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| That your body knows more than your head |