| Of course I want there to be an us,
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| I’ve always wanted that
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| But how
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| And if giving time and patience
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| Trying hard to understand
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| We never feel the power of our own hands
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| Sense the danger late
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| And only vaguely ever grasp the means of our sole salvation?
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| What then?
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| Do it right, do it now!
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| Here there, everywhere
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| Shouting out «I'm mad as hell»
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| He pushes his legs against the bed
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| And feels the triumph flooding through his head
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| He could conquer,
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| He could win,
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| Now that dying only means you’re not in next week’s programme
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| Stop being a baby
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| Will you stop, will stop it Won’t you stop play-acting little man?
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| Just how long till you drop it Will it be this year, next year, sometime, never?
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| Stop, when you feel like saying «Have a heart but don’t take mine»
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| There’s a new dance «The Tolerence,»
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| And it just might be your sole salvation
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| sole salvation
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| sole salvation
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| sole salvation
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| Skabadoo ooh yeah,
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| Yeah skabaday,
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| Make a cross,
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| Make amends,
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| Set the record straight
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| We’ve never said the only things we should have ever
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| Bothered saying
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| Lets write out a list of things we need
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| Lets strike a brand new deal
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| That’s stron for any man,
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| But has a woman’s understanding in it and then finish!
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| Just stop, when you feel like saying «Have a heart, but don’t take mine»
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| Try a new dance «The Tolerence,»
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| It just might be our sole salvation,
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| sole salvation sole salvation sole salvation
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| sole salvation,
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| sole salvation?
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| Oooh yeah yeah
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| Skab-a-doo, skab-a-day
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| Skab-a-doo, skab-a-day. |