| With two hundred people
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| In suits all the same
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| You walk off that last lonely train
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| On the half finished buildings
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| Only seagulls remain
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| As you try to think back
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| To the root of this pain
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| And life ain’t worth living
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| Without a little love
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| But a little love is never enough
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| So some folks are fighting for freedom
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| But you’re just fighting the flab
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| And therein lies the reason
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| That life is a drag
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| So you gaze at the television
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| As some publicity goons
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| Cut loose those useless balloons
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| Life ain’t worth living
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| Without a little love
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| But a little love is never enough
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| Down in the darkness of your lying little heart
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| There’s a space for you to change
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| So you can take this world apart
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| These days the morning mirror
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| Seems to say to you now
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| That you used to be pretty
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| But you’re alright now
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| And sometimes you find you’re dreaming
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| As you’re late for work again
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| Thinking there’s not many trees
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| You can see from this train
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| Life ain’t worth living
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| Without a little love
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| But a little love is never enough
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| Life ain’t worth living
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| Without a little love
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| But a little love is never enough
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| Is never enough, no, no, no, no
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| Never enough, never enough, never enough
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| A little love is never enough
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| A little love is never enough
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| But a little love
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| But a little love
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| But a little love |