| Oh it’s a simple equation of good versus bad
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| The terror of knowing all that we’ve had
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| Has to be paid for in the long run
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| Books balanced justice seen to be done
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| Oh yes conscience and all of that stuff
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| We’ll sort that out later you’ve time enough
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| Right now you must realise that not much is fair
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| When you hunt with the hounds now you run with the hare
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| Without low there’d be no high
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| If nothing fell there’d be no sky
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| Without far there is no near
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| The days that separate the night
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| The shadows by which we’ll recognise the light
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| Yes its the simple equation of black and white
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| The mathematical film of wrong minus right
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| The calculation of good over bad
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| Ever feel like you’ve been had
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| 'Cos with no love there is no high
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| If nothing falls there’d be no sky
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| Without far there is no near
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| The days that separate the night
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| It’s the shadows by which we’ll recognise the light
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| 'Cos of course you know you ask anyone
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| We’re in our own relative reality
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| All things must have their opposite
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| To know anything is to know it by a contrast
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| With something that it is not
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| Without far there is no near
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| It’s the days that separate the night
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| It’s the shadows by which we’ll recognise the light
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| It’s the days that separate the night
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| It’s the shadows by which we’ll recognise the light
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| Oh it’s the days that separate the night
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| It’s the shadows by which we’ll recognise the light
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| The days that separate the night
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| And the shadows by which we recognise the light
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| Goodnight
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| Close |