| The moment’s here
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| Hold it and we’ll keep it clear
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| Just like a crush
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| I wonder when I feel your rush
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| Losing nothing but pride
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| I got game enough to go for a ride
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| And I’m riding like a buoy on a wave
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| Yes I’m searching for the one on a wave
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| But I’m cold as I’m wet
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| 'cos I know it’s no one I’ve ever met
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| So I’m leaving all my lessons today
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| Yes I’m throwing all my lessons away
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| 'cos it’s one half open
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| It’s one half shut
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| Like a life, like a knife
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| But the world wouldn’t cut
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| It’s like one mouth open
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| One mouth shut
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| A kiss I could miss
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| Like a kick in the gut
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| I just get haywire
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| Haywire
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| Par for the course
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| We’ve had it till I just got hoarse
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| From night down to day
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| It doesn’t change with what I say
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| Ooh confidence why did you desert me then
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| When I could’ve kicked I snuggled up to think again
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| But I’m still on the make
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| When you give I have to take take take
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| And I’m riding like a buoy on a wave
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| And I’m learning all my lessons today
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| So let that voice be untamed
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| Let it cry and let some names be named
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| We’ll be wired with the force of a wave
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| We’ll be leaving with the force of a wave
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| It’s like
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| «but how can I help it, if they break then they break
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| When my hands are untied they’re entitled to shake»
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| It’s like
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| I look to leicester’s left-it-lad
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| And the sickness was singing and the song it was sad
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| It should be haywire
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| Haywire |