| With the company I keep, I haven’t had much sleep
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| But all is fine on the western front
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| Feeling groovy in the clubs, I feel it in my blood
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| I’ll get away with a naughty stunt
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| Then it’s a short, sharp, shock, into Eastern Bloc
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| Original as the clothes they wear
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| What goes up, it must come down
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| As gravity and the weight of air
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| The weight of air, air, of air, air, of air, of air, air, of, air, air, of air
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| So test your wit and tease your brain, oh their loss is our gain
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| There’s more to life than meets the eye
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| Tonight we’ll paint the town red, but don’t go off your head
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| Cos you’re hooked on lust and you’re feeling high
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| Don’t be left upon the shelf feeling sorry for yourself
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| Just do your 9 to 5 without a care
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| What goes up, it must come down
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| As gravity and the weight of air
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| The weight of air, air, of air, air, of air, of air, air, of, air, air, of air
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| So take a page from my book and have a good look
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| You’ll find there’s more, between the lines
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| And with a tear filled eye, oh don’t begin to cry
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| Everything’s gonna turn out fine
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| You’ve heard it all before, so hit the dancefloor
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| Just let your hair down and begin to smile
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| Slowly but surely, now you’re the jury
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| The time has come to turn on that style
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| The weight of air, The weight of air, The weight of air, The weight of air,
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| it’s the weight of air, weight of air, weight of air
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| Air, air, of air, air
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| Air, air, of air, air
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| Take your!
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| The weight of air |