| We get a little faded the colours go
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| Running out of all our clothes
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| And the flash don’t light when the battery’s low
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| When you could stamp a foot down through the floor
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| It’s a better plan by far
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| To blow off the roof and let in the dark
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| So we better get started
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| And if I were you, I’d let go
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| And feel it all over inside like a chemical
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| Cause to tell the truth
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| I don’t know
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| If it’s ever over
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| We don’t need a cure for the weight of the world
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| Cause it’s floating round in the universe
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| Just swing it like it’s tied by a string that you hold
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| And let it go
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| We could dig a hole right down into
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| Somewhere as deep as black and blue
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| And fill it with a crowd and the sound of right now
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| And we could carve a tunnel under
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| And find out just how low it goes, it goes
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| And we run out of dirt on the other side when we see the light
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| Well if I were you, I’d look up
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| And find a place there in the sky where there’s room enough
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| To spread it out, and look 'round
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| For where to land when you come down
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| When you could stamp a foot down through the floor
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| It’s a better plan by far
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| To blow off the roof and let in the dark, let in the dark, dark, dark
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| So we better get started, started, started
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| Yeah we better get started, started, started
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go |