| The plague, the plague is on the world
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| There’s nothing I can do myself
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| And the world says
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| «Fools don’t care for me»
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| Where seeds were left it’s wet and green
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| I start to wonder what that means
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| But I just say
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| «Care to join me?»
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| We drive straight through an avalanche
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| So you can set yourself free
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| And you still say
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| «It won’t do for me»
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| No ones sure how long they’ve got
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| Stealing riches from the pond
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| Unknown time upon this earth
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| We all need our money’s worth
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| Oh, oh
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| Melting in your contemplation
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| Give me up, I’m tired
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| Bound to be, bound to be
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| Oh, oh
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| Melting in your contemplation
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| Give me up, I’m tired
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| Bound to be, bound to be
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| A sole, a shoe takes all tonight
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| I made a wish on when to lie
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| And the sign says
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| «You lost too much of me»
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| We’re bound to find the time we need
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| To fix your things and plant some trees
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| And the world says
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| «It's too late for me»
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| I tried to tell you I’d be here
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| When all this black and white turns clear
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| But you just say
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| «Can you leave me be?»
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| No ones sure how long they’ve got
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| Stealing riches from the pond
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| Unknown time upon this earth
|
| We all need our money’s worth
|
| Oh, oh
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| Melting in your contemplation
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| Give me up, I’m tired
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| Bound to be, bound to be
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| Oh, oh
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| Melting in your contemplation
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| Give me up, I’m tired
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| Bound to be, bound to be |