| On the glass that wraps the telephone box
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| An impatient bystander knocks
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| The receiver, put it back back down in it’s place
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| In the some things should be said to the face
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| I’m a believer
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| You’re stripped of all your worldly powers
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| And staring at the opposite apartment block for hours
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| You say that each window is just a TV channel
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| And you’d surrender all your so-called friends for flowers
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| And you’d rather be sleeping in the paddocks with the horses
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| While the stars cross the sky’s on their prescribed courses
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| Can you take me with you when you go?
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| Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different
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| feelings and as many situations
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| Going through each others pockets is not like us and flattery should get you
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| somewhere and your happiness is just a chemical
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| A constant feeling you’re being watched
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| All your good intentions so clumsily botched
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| A kiss sent down the telephone line can come out sounding like a bug getting
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| squashed
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| And grasshoppers fling erratic parabolas
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| While you’re drowning ants with your can of cola
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| Can you take me with you when you go?
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| Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different
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| feelings and as many situations
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| Going through each others pockets is not like us and flattery should get you
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| somewhere and your happiness is just a chemical
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| It’s just a chemical
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| Separate the parts and give them titles
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| Lungs are for songs and eyes are for feasting
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| And butter’s for a bee sting
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| Can somebody please check my vitals?
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| Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different
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| feelings and as many situations
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| Finding things others pockets isn’t always a plus and that sensation that you
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| felt up the back of the bus is just a chemical
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| Yeah happiness is just a chemical
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| Yeah it is |