| You only get what you give away
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| You only get what you give away
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| You only get what you give away
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| You’ll only get it if you give it away
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| You only get what you give away
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| So throw your hate away
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| The Greeks have got him
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| With their tales of lust and myths of grief
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| Lights from the big wheel
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| Casts shadows that dance around the fair
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| Time for consulting, whilst carouselling
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| The quiet before the storm
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| Now he’s in trouble, we’ve all had trouble
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| But learned to keep it shut
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| You only get what you give away
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| You’ll only get it if you give it away
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| You only get what you give away
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| So throw your hate away
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| The Greeks have got him
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| Now he’s solemn and beat up pretty bad
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| Just like his brother
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| He will wear leather to thicken up his skin
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| He can’t see colours, or hear like others
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| And has fallen into sin
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| Now it’s all laughed at, the stage is past that
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| And filled with you and me
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| You only get what you give away
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| You’ll only get it if you give it away
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| You only get what you give away
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| So throw your hate away
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| You only get what you give away
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| You’ll only get it if you give it away
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| You only get what you give away
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| So throw your hate away |