| Sat down, turn around boy, gotta let out of here
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| Silly little sod, you made me shed a tear
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| Showing me minor roads of varying cold
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| Making the world so young and me so old
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| Time dime, time dime, doing what I could in the day
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| Lazy little swine, I’m sure I heard you say
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| «Sure I took a trip or two inside my head»
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| Was there in the road he showed me, stone cold dead
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| Yours was a face I remember very well
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| See, touch and feel, even smell
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| Imagine how I felt when the face I saw was me
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| Crisics end down the line, set me free
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| When the time is over — oh, oh, oh
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| And you’re feeling somewhat colder — oh, oh, oh
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| And your face is on the run
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| And your body’s almost done
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| Well, you won’t have to notice anymore
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| Come inside and tell me — oh, oh, oh
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| What you’re tryin' to sell me — oh, oh, oh
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| Did it ever cross your mind?
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| Did you ever read the sign?
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| Well, you won’t have to notice anymore
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| Hear me a-callin', I’ve got a dream in my hand
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| I close my eyes and realise, now I understand
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| If you’ve got a problem — Christ, you’ve got to unload
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| The price you pay is that you may explode |