| Don’t attempt to explain this incredible strain
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| Now confusion’s become far too simple a word for it
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| Is what you make
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| That’s the usual mistake
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| If you’re happy with pain you can take it from me
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| That they’re all out to get you
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| They’re painting your life in a permanent grey
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| They’re all out to get you
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| It takes more than tears to get rid of the stains
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| Sometimes
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| You’re scared you might slip when you’re holding a knife
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| Lose your fingers or more in a lathe on the nightshift
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| You’re scared that your babies
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| Get born with no legs
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| You’re so scared of death
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| You don’t know what life is
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| So they’re..
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| All out to get you, all over nothing
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| They’re painting your life in a permanent way
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| They’re all out to get you, but all out forgetting
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| It takes more than tears to get rid of the stains sometimes
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| Until you accept that you’re just like the others
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| You’re a boy or a girl
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| Then a man or a woman
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| And your clothes never fit
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| And your skin’s the wrong colour
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| So you make do with fear
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| You get more than you need
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| Yes they’re all out to get you, all over nothing
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| They’re painting your life in a permanent grey
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| They’re all out to get you, but all out for getting
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| It takes more than tears to get rid of the stains
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| Sometimes
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| It takes more than tears
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| It takes more than tears
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| It takes more than tears
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| To get rid of the stains |