| A simple turn of phrase
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| A million miles, a million days
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| All I need’s a space upon your floor
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| Sing out for change
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| And feed all the news to the poor
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| We fall down the same
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| But when you’re done, pick me up off the floor
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| When you’re done, pick me up off the floor
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| I hear them turning the lock and thread
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| And creeping in to your home
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| Just to tell you where to stand
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| Watching
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| Sing out for change
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| And feed all the news to the poor
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| We fall down the same
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| When you’re done, pick me up off the floor
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| And when you’re done, pick me up off the floor
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| When you’re done, pick me up off the floor
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| So can you feel it? |
| We’re moving it all for the end
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| We are revolting, we are revolting
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| And all the little pieces falling they kill me before I caught you
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| Sing out for change
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| And feed all the news to the poor
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| We fall down the same
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| When you’re done, pick me up off the
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| Sing out for change
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| And feed all the news to the poor
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| We fall down the same
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| When you’re done, pick me up off the floor
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| And when you’re done, pick me up off the floor
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| When you’re done, pick me up off the floor
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| When you’re done, pick me up off the floor |