| My thoughts are formed in, an unspeakable language
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| And in the corner of my eye, the scenery’s changing
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| You’ve been listening to, the wrong advice, for too long
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| You’ve been listening to, the wrong advice, for too long
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| My thoughts are formed in, an unspeakable language
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| And in the corner of my eye, the scenery’s changing
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| Repair, it’s what’s urgently needed, young man
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| The vanity of words, the silence of retreat
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| Your feet on the ground, mean something
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| You concede, far too easily
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| Not after all’s said, yeah far too easily
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| Repair, it’s what’s urgently needed
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| Repair, they’re broadcasting it from every line
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| And do you really think, you could find it
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| From your comfortable confines
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| From your, comfortable confines
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| Repair, it’s what’s urgently needed
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| Repair, they’re broadcasting it
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| After it’s said and done |