| Sanguine psychology is wearing me out
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| Measure the gap between someday and right now
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| The odd dichotomy of breathing and life
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| Of chasing you down and sleeping at night
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| Everybody here talks the same way
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| Everybody here thinks the same thing
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| But love cannot be bought, though I can be
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| Reaching for her cheek, I see
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| My touch is always free
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| My love has got conditions
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| Love cannot be bought, though I can be
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| Holding down her dress, she sees
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| My touch is always free
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| My love has got conditions
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| When you were running wild, I was thinking it over
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| Trying to hold this whole thing down
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| You were running wild, I was thinking it over
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| And over
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| Everybody here used to stand for the Everyman
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| And most of us agree that we need to make some changes
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| They should be ashamed of their corporate coup d'état
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| And we should be ashamed we let them take it that far
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| Trade not your soul, love
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| And fight 'til your hands break
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| Be not deceived, you’re necessary, baby
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| Love cannot be bought, though I can be
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| Reaching for her cheek, I see
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| My touch is always free
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| My love has got conditions
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| Love cannot be bought, though I can be
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| Holding down her dress, she sees
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| My touch is always free
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| My love has got conditions
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| When you were running wild, I was thinking it over
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| Trying to hold this whole thing down
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| You were running wild, I was thinking it over
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| And over (x4)
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| My touch is always free
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| My love has got conditions (x2) |