| You can shake your hips, you can seal your lips
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| I can make that trip
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| And all life’s fears could invade my ears
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| I can handle it
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| I can call on a friend and remember the faces
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| We wore at school
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| Making the madness and solitary sadness
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| A friendly fool
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| I thought of stories they told us long ago
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| Of how the world was a perfume garden
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| I haven’t yet learned to tame the creature there
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| And that at least I think is something good
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| All across the town and across the street
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| You could feel the heat
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| Let me tell you, friend, they could hardly wait
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| To mark your sheet
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| It was maximum joy for the men they employed
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| To hold you down
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| Well, I hope now you know that this isn’t the bliss
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| That you thought you’d found
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| Endless emptiness, endless ringing bells
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| I couldn’t show you but I’d hoped to one day
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| A pretty promise to teach the tender child
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| To welcome madness every Monday
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| Beck-beck-beckon the call
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| Didn’t seem to matter at all
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| Beck-beck-beckon the call
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| Told us how to conquer it all
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| Beck-beck-beckon the call
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| Didn’t seem to matter at all
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| Beck-beck-beckon the call
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| Told us how to conquer it all
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| You can shake your hips, you can seal your lips
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| I can make that trip
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| And all life’s fears could invade my ears
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| I can handle it
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| I can call on a friend, I can laugh with friends
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| That I’ve known since school
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| Making the madness and solitary sadness
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| A friendly fool
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| Beck-beck-beckon the call
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| They taught us how to conquer it all
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| Beck-beck-beckon the call
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| These children have nothing at all
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| Listening hard for the voice of the child
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| I thought I heard an alarm bell ringing
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| Pulled from my sleep by invisible hands
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| The gentle sound of a lady singing
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| Listening hard for the voice of the child
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| I thought I heard an alarm bell ringing
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| Pulled from my sleep by invisible hands
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| The gentle sound of a lady singing |