| Hello, Mr Orange
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| How are we doing?
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| Cloud ear fungus
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| Who are we fooling?
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| Hello, Mr Orange
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| All them lies can be soothing
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| First we feed it
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| Then we eat it
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| I just keep on snoozing 'til my numbers are improving
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| First we fear them
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| Then we smear them
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| We feed it, it is almost as we need it
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| We’re paying the price that we’ve put on tomorrow
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| Trying our best to forget
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| What have we done?
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| Now we’re at war with the sun
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| Trying our best to forget all about what’s to come
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| This is our trial
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| Listen how we sing a denial
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| There’s not even time to regret all that we have begun
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| I know what’s at stake
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| We won’t stop believing
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| I’ll carry your weight
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| It’s nothing but thieving
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| The end is all but a curtain call away
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| It’s ours to take
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| We won’t stop believing
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| Are we the mistake?
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| It’s nothing but thieving
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| Make up you mind but make sure it’s way too late
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| Hello, Mr Orange
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| Rally all the jelly
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| I said hello, Mr Orange
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| I can see you on the telly
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| We feed it, it’s almost as we need it
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| We’re paying the price that we’ve put on tomorrow
|
| Trying our best to forget
|
| What have we done?
|
| Now we’re at war with the sun
|
| Trying our best to forget all about what’s to come
|
| This is our trial
|
| Listen how we sing a denial
|
| There’s not even time to regret all that we’ve begun
|
| I know what’s at stake
|
| We won’t stop believing
|
| I’ll carry your weight
|
| It’s nothing but thieving
|
| The end is all but a curtain call away
|
| It’s ours to take
|
| We won’t stop believing
|
| Are we the mistake?
|
| It’s nothing but thieving
|
| Make up you mind but make sure it’s way too late
|
| What have we done?
|
| Now we’re at war with the sun
|
| Trying our best to forget all about what’s to come
|
| This is our trial
|
| Listen how we sing a denial
|
| There’s not even time to regret all that we have begun
|
| I know what’s at stake
|
| We won’t stop believing
|
| I’ll carry your weight
|
| It’s nothing but thieving
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| The end is all but a curtain call away |