| You must be wondering how
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| The boy next door turned out
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| Have a care, but don’t stare
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| Because he’s still there
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| Lamenting policewomen, policemen
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| Silly women, taxmen, uniformed whores
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| They who wish to hurt you
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| Work within the law
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| This world is full, oh, ohohoh
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| So full of crashing bores
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| And I must be one
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| 'Cause no one ever turns to me to say
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| «Take me in your arms
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| Take me in your arms
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| And love me»
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| You must be wondering how
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| The boy next door turned out
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| Have a care and say a prayer
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| Because he’s still there
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| Lamenting policewomen, policemen
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| Silly women, taxmen, uniformed whores
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| Educated criminals work within the law
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| This world is full, oh, ohohoh
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| So full of crashing bores
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| And I must be one
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| 'Cause no one ever turns to me to say
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| «Take me in your arms
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| Take me in your arms and love me
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| And love me»
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| What really lies
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| Beyond the constraints of my mind?
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| Could it be the sea
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| With fate mooning back at me?
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| No, it’s just more lock-jawed pop-stars
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| Thicker than pig-shit
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| Nothing to convey
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| They’re so scared to show intelligence
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| It might smear their lovely career
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| This world — I am afraid —
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| Is designed for crashing bores
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| I am not one
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| I am not one
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| You don’t understand
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| You don’t understand
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| And yet you can
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| Take me in your arms and love me, love me
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| And love me
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| Take me in your arms and love me, love me, love me
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| Take me in your arms and love me
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| Take me in your arms and love me
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| Would you do, would you do what you should do? |