| You’ve been caught in the middle of a wedding crash
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| We are lost in a ritual of all the late craze of jazz
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| All we need is a wrecking ball with shredded grass
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| To strafe slowly round my shoulders
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| No, I never get tired of red
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes
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| We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you
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| Can we switch this all off and disregard it?
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| 'Cause of all of our religions and our faraway dreams
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| We are caught in the middle of a dreaded farce
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| Running in circles, pushing squares
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| Got my triangle close to my heart
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| All we need is a wrecking ball with shredded glass
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| To strafe slowly round my shoulders
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| No, I never get tired of red
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes
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| We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you
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| Can we switch this all off and disregard it?
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| 'Cause of all of our religions and our faraway dreams
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| I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes
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| We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you
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| Can we switch this all off and disregard it?
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| 'Cause of all of our religions and our faraway dreams
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| All of our religions in our faraway dreams…
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| I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes
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| We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you
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| Can we switch this all off and disregard it?
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| 'Cause of all of our religions and our faraway dreams
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| I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes
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| We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you
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| Can we switch this all off and disregard it?
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| 'Cause of all of our religions and dreams |