| I’m just lying here thinking to myself again
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| I’m round the bend
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| I’ve been driving round talking to myself again
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| Not making no sense
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| What makes you and what makes me
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| What makes men lie through their teeth
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| And what makes ten-ton birds fly me across the sea
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| And who’s to say that if the sun goes out today
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| That all the movie stars will drive their cars away
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| Fallen angels from their pay cheques on parade
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| What’s going down?
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| What’s going around?
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| I’m climbing the wall
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| I’m just standing here looking at myself again
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| I’m going blind
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| I’m just sitting here playing with myself again
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| It’s turning me on
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| So what makes you and what makes me
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| What makes women lie through their teeth
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| What makes ten-ton ships sail me across the sea
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| And who’s to say that if the sun goes out today
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| That all the movie stars will drive their cars away
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| Fallen angels from their pay cheques on display
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| What’s going down?
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| What’s going around?
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| I’m climbing the wall
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| So what makes you and what makes me
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| What makes people lie through their teeth
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| What makes ten-ton trains rail me under the sea
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| And who’s to say that if the sun goes out today
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| That all the movie stars will drive their cars away
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| Fallen angels from their pay cheques on parade
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| What’s going down?
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| What’s going around?
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| I’m climbing the wall |