| If your right hand is causing you pain
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| Cut it off, cut it off
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| If your colours have started to run
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| Let them all run, run away from you
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| There is lightning in this room
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| Above our heads, waiting to strike
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| I'm a thinker not a talker
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| Put your faith, your faith in God
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| We were hoping for some romance
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| All we found was more despair
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| We must talk about our problems
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| We are in a state of flux
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| I'd kill for an adventure
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| Just you and I, in the Curzon Bar
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| Dancing till we knew
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| So all that we've learnt disappears
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| When you shouted at me
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| I saw my father in the second grade
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| Concerned and kind
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| Yet unable to reach me
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| We were hoping for some romance
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| All we found was more despair
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| We must talk about our problems
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| We are in a state of flux
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| State of flux
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| State of flux
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| State of flux
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| State of flux
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| State of flux
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| State of flux
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| State of flux
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| State of flux
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| State of flux
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| We need to talk
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| We need to talk
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| We need to talk
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| We need to talk
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| We need to talk
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| We were hoping for some romance
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| All we found was more despair
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| We must talk about our problems
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| We are in a state of flux |