| Say, was it something I saw
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| Or something you wore
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| That took me away in a daze
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| Those days when we’d run for the popular vote
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| Were themselves on the run
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| Like the world was no longer spinning in days
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| Like you finally taught me not to behave
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| When we talk like that
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| It’s what we’re saying when we say it like that
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| It’s what we do when we do no harm
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| And work in the mould
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| But who needs that?
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| It’s what we’re saying when we say it like that
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| It’s what we do when we do no harm
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| And work in the mould
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| If we’re not still working in the mould
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| Say, was it something you said
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| Or a letter that wrote itself from my head
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| Oh the mould, the shape of the soul
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| Is written in time to the beat of our kind
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| And we know how to dance in marvellous throws
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| Yeah we know deep down that the body has a mind of its own
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| When we talk like that
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| It’s what we’re saying when we say it like that
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| It’s what we do when we do no harm
|
| And work in the mould
|
| But who needs that?
|
| It’s what we’re saying when we say it like that
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| It’s what we do when we do no harm
|
| And work in the mould
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| If we’re not still working in the mould
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| Say, how will you work in the mould? |