| What’s your line this time, cerebral man
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| Whenever you walk through my door
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| I start to sweat. |
| I’m falling in slow motion
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| And I’m losing control
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| And the walls are too high to jump
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| The walls are too high to jump
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| I hear thunder its in my soul
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| Can you hear the thunder roar, you better get back
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| I hear thunder, who’s in control
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| Can you hear the thunder roar
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| Better get back cerebral man
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| The cutting edge, it hides behind
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| Those eyes of woe
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| Your tears won’t make a bed of roses
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| What we had I cannot love
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| The walls are too high to jump
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| The walls are too high to jump
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| I hear thunder its in my soul
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| Can you hear the thunder roar, you better get back
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| I hear thunder, who’s in control
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| Can you hear the thunder roar
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| And the walls are too high to jump
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| The walls are too high to jump |