| Let them measure out the room
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| The dimension, the effect
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| Let them formulate the state
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| Of each and every bit
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| Let them price and calculate
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| What and what is not
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| Let them choose and demonstrate
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| What they have and haven’t got
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| And I say «Oh, woah, I don’t know»
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| «Oh, woah, I don’t know»
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| If I could open up my chest
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| Pour out of myself
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| And in a corner I should rest
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| Rain there in the shelf
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| Then I’d be soaked up
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| By words of mountaintops
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| To finally have spoken out
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| A line that someone dropped
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| And I say «Oh, woah, I can know»
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| «Oh, woah, I can know»
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| Xxx
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| Xxx
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| Xxx
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| Xxx
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| Things that I could do
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| See the pawn has the long way home
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| Go
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| Let them measure out the room
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| The dimension, the effect
|
| Let them formulate the state
|
| Of each and every bit
|
| Let them price and calculate
|
| What and what is not
|
| Let them choose and demonstrate
|
| What they have and haven’t got
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| And I say «Oh, woah, I don’t know»
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| Might I then will come right next to you
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| Without the fear of running after
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| Might I talk when I’m talking through
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| Then I’ll be faster
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| I’m just supposed to stand with you
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| Ask you for my clothes
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| No more shall I sing for you
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| But no, but no, but no, no, no, no
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| Xxx
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| Xxx
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| Xxx
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| Xxx
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| Things that I could do
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| And the pawn had a long way home
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| 'Cause the pawn wouldn’t need to know |