| We live by one of the two
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| By one of the two
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| So go on, fill your heart up with gladness
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| Not a moment too soon
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| Not a moment too soon
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| Should we ration the reasons
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| Choose a child to ignore
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| Of this I’ve never been sure
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| So I will follow the feeling
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| And sing fever to the form
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| All of my fever to the form
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| Cause the very thing you’re afraid, afraid of
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| It keeps you clean but unclear
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| Clean but unclear
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| Is the dirt that you’re made, you’re made of
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| And that’s nothing to fear
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| No, it’s nothing, my dear
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| But how do I know what you’re thinking
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| Maybe I thought it before
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| Maybe that’s why I’m at your window
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| Heal me at your door
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| Singing give me some more
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| Oh fever to the form
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| Won’t you hear me at your door
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| Singing give me some more
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| Cause you were never empty
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| And we’ve been here before
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| Yes, we’ve been here before
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| And that was always plenty
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| Yet still we ask for more
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| Singing fever to the form |