| i’m sitting on the fence again
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| drawing straws and pulling strings
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| demonstrations pass me by
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| this must be the age of something
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| a time where each prediction
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| makes me feel like going to the beach
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| a time when men of wisdom
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| never seem to practice what they preach
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| behind each reason there’s a lie
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| behind each answer lies a cheat
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| well you can take me for a ride
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| but only if i get the window seat
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| colour me creep
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| the coldness of your power chills my soul
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| you’re more than welcome to your throne
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| but when you’re playing god leave me alone
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| you’ve spent fortunes on houses that haven’t been built
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| then offer excuses to cover your guilt
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| but i don’t want the earth and all that it’s worth
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| you get on my nerves
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| i’m getting very bored indeed
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| with your false passion and your greed
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| get me the next train out of town
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| take me away from this maddening crowd
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| and colour me gone
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| just before the revolution starts
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| you’ll find out what they really are
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| i hear their anthems play
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| as nasty things go whistling through the air |
| although it breaks our hearts
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| to see the world just fall apart
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| sit and rest beneath the shooting stars
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| so let’s exchange our loving kiss
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| the winter storms are drawing near
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| if they destroy our every bliss
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| we can wait until the clouds have disappeared
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| the fires will burn i’m dreaming of you
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| but when they return they’ll colour me blue |