| You went into the kitchen cupboard, got yourself another hour
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| And you gave half of it to me
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| We sat there looking at the faces of these strangers in the pages
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| Till we knew 'em mathematically
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| They were in our minds until forever but we didn’t mind
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| We didn’t know better
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| So we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces
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| And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
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| It counted up our feelings and divided them up even
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| And it called that calculation perfect love
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| Didn’t even know that love was bigger
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| Didn’t even know that love was so, so
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey this fire, it’s burnin', burnin' us up
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| Hey this fire, it’s burnin', burnin' us up
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| So we made the hard decision and we each made an incision
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| Past our muscles and our bones, saw our hearts were little stones
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| Pulled them out they weren’t beating and we weren’t even bleeding
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| As we lay them on the granite counter top
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| We beat 'em up against each other
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| We beat 'em up against each other
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| We struck 'em hard against each other
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| We struck 'em so hard, so hard until they sparked
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| Hey this fire, it’s burnin', burnin' us up
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| Hey this fire, it’s burnin', burnin' us up
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| Hey this fire, it’s burnin', burnin' us up |