| Oh, am I fooling you?
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| Do you fall for it all
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| Or do you just see right through?
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| Are you as cool as you believe?
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| Oh, are you playing hard?
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| Are you waiting just to quietly clock my card?
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| Are you waiting for a moment to leave?
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| I don’t know how I bent
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| What you said
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| To what I believe you meant
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| I don’t know anything at all
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| I’m standing in the push and shove
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| And I’m just within the rescue
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| Of the labour of your love
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| I can’t do anything but fall
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| A-fall, a-fall-fall-fall
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| Why do I feel like I can never find you?
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| Why do I feel like I’m the only survivor?
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| Why am I thinking of
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| You and me and the labour of love?
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| One chance, one shot
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| Oh, that’s all anybody ever got
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| Newborn, still warm
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| Naked in the rush hour
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| Dancing in my gutter
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| And if you want to find me, call me
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| I’ll be far from the cars
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| And guitars and everybody
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| Why do I feel like I can never find you?
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| Why do I feel like I’m the only survivor?
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| Why am I thinking of
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| You and me and the labour of love?
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| And I never knew before
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| But I feel like a child in a cold, cold war
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| So strong, so tough
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| Sitting in suburbia, waiting for the wind up
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| And I don’t want to dance
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| I just want to jump from the prison of circumstance
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| Why am I thinking of
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| You and me and the labour of love?
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| Why do I feel like I can never find you?
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| Why do I feel like I’m the only survivor?
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| Why am I thinking of
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| You and me and the labour of love? |