| I don’t plan or conspire
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| I don’t want to get no higher
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| It’s your lack of ambition
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| Well, they tell me that’s what it’s missing
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| All the guns out on the western front
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| Are quiet now
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| Well, it’s nice to hear the world
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| Breath a sigh
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| It’s like the colour of your skin
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| You know, it doesn’t mean a thing
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| Nor do the clothes that we’re wrapped in
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| It doesn’t matter if you’re thin
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| And though I lay awake at night
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| I know your arms will hold me tight
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| And I thank God we got it right
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| Here in this city late at night
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| We are each like no other
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| We are unique to our mother
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| We are foals in the stable
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| But we leave home when we’re able
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| But we all need someone
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| Like the Earth needs the Sun
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| And our fate will be found
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| In this life in the ground
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| Don’t you get it wrong
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| It’s like the colour of your skin
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| You know, it doesn’t mean a thing
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| Nor do the clothes that we’re wrapped in
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| It doesn’t matter if you’re thin
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| And though I lay awake at night
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| I know your arms will hold me tight
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| And I thank God we got it right
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| Here in this city late at night
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| It’s like the colour of your skin
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| You know, it doesn’t mean a thing
|
| Nor do the clothes that we’re wrapped in
|
| It doesn’t matter if you’re thin
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| And though I lay awake at night
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| I know your arms will hold me tight
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| And I thank God we got it right
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| Here in this city late at night |