| Please, please
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| Make love freeze
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| And break apart in the middle
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| Then they could see the hate
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| When they separate
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| And taste the salt of their tears
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| No, no
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| It’s all about experience
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| Control
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| You might as well be wood, no good
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| Why, why
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| Your questions die
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| In a shout and no attention
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| You might have said
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| That they both were dead
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| So put the puzzle away
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| But no
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| It’s all about experience
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| Control
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| They’re going to give you none, no fun
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| Don’t tell the kids
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| They’ll never understand it
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| Don’t tell the kids
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| Don’t waste your time, no
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| Get back
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| It’s a heart attack
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| And the planet needs a doctor
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| We can tell
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| It looks like hell
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| But they make us close our eyes
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| No
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| It’s all about experience
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| And control
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| You might as well be stone, alone
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| Don’t tell the kids
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| They’ll never understand it
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| Don’t tell the kids
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| Don’t waste your time, yeah
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| Don’t tell the kids
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| They’ll never get the picture
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| Don’t tell the kids
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| You waste your time, yeah
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| Don’t tell the kids
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| They just don’t understand it
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| Don’t tell the kids
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| Don’t waste your time, time
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| Talk to the animals
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| Anyone who’ll answer
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| Any fool will do
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| Just don’t tell the kids |