| Welcome to my little world
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| Completely self-contained, yeah
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| Your problems, they will soon be gone
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| (We soak up lots of pain), yeah
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| If life is a reflecting pool
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| Then we are like a sponge, yeah
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| Absorbing the good with the bad
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| We soak up… soak it up
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| So give me all your troubled thoughts
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| And baggage you can’t handle, no
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| We’ll gladly take it off your back
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| (We soak up lots of pain), yeah
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| Is it any wonder, now—everybody goes insane
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| Everybody locks the doors to keep out any strangers
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| Everybody’s all pent up—everybody's got short fuse
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| Getting ready to blow up, we live in so much danger
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| Boys and girls in a line
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| Come and get your big reward
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| You’re not too late; |
| just in time
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| Put your hand on mine, you’re mine
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| You’re mine
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| When everybody has gone to bed
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| And children are asleep, yeah
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| I sit up late and watch TV
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| (And soak up lots of pain), yeah
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| Little Junior on the bus
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| His notebook by his side, yeah
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| He hardly ever makes a fuss
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| He soaks up so much pain
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| We’ve traveled far, this monkey and me
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| By airplane, boat, and train, yeah
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| We’re here to eat up all your sins
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| (And soak up lots of pain), yeah
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| Is it any wonder, now—everybody goes insane
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| Everybody locks the doors to keep out any strangers
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| Everybody’s all pent up—everybody's got short fuse
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| Getting ready to blow up, we live in so much danger
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| Boys and girls of every creed—religion and persuasion, no
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| It’s time to get up off your knees… we soak it up… we soak it up
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| So, open the door and let me in—don't question who I am, no
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| Just shake my hand and give me your name
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| (We soak it up… soak it up…) |