| Oh would you mind breathing in
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| and keep the air in just to smell what we’ve been living around
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| you think you know it cos it’s us — us
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| strangulation till we no more say: «what am I to be?»
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| I wonder if you know what moves your feet
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| to the beat of the weather as you cattle down the street
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| who do you believe in? |
| who do you believe in — not?
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| and how does your heart beat?
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| Would you like to have your cover blown?
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| and let the true essence come for the soul
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| we only need a piece of cake
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| but what if there is no cake
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| I wonder if you know what moves your feet
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| to the beat of the weather as you cattle down the street
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| who do you believe in? |
| who do you believe in — not?
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| and how does your heart beat?
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| And all those shadowed speeches
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| I’ll have you lined up, executed, yeah
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| and all those shadowy creatures
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| I’ll have you lined up, executed, yeah
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| I’m afraid of the world
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| I’m afraid of what we’re doing with it
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| How does your heart beat? |