| There’s a song I know, I know — too well
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| An there’s a place I go, I go to dwell
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| Some forsaken land, where you’re not around
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| Desiring, dividing your time
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| Nothing I could do it was pretty risky
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| Fifty-fifty, she’ll make good problem for me
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| She’s as cold as ice, she deep frozen
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| She’s a saint at home, devil abroad
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| Calculated cool, so worldly wise
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| If you take my advice, just hightail out of there
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| Go right ahead before she tells
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| Some cock-and-bull story about some school boy
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| She neurotic, psychotic, you name it, she’s got it
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| Ooh Another great divide, another great divide
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| (La-la-la…)
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| Now how can I figure this equation, if multiplication’s the rule
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| You keep subtracting me from you, and it just doesn’t add up at all
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| How can I figure this equation, if multiplication’s the rule
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| You keep subtracting me from you, and it just doesn’t add up at all
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| Ooh another great divide, another great divide
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| Just another great divide, just another great divide
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| Just another great, just another great, just another great divide… |