| All the lies that you make up
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| What’s at the back of your mind?
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| Oh, your face I can see and it’s desperately kind
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| But what’s at the back of your mind?
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| Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
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| It’s the Eskimo blood in my veins
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| Amid concrete and clay and general decay
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| Nature must still find a way
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| So, ignore all the codes of the day
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| Let your juvenile impulses sway
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| This way and that way, this way, that way
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| God, how sex implores you
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| To let yourself lose yourself
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| Stretch out and wait, stretch out and wait
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| Let your puny body lie down, lie down
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| As we lie, you say
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| As we lie, you say
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| Stretch out
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| Stretch out and wait, stretch out and wait
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| Let your puny body lie down, lie down
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| As we lie, you say
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| Will the world end in the night time?
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| I really don’t know
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| Or will the world end in the day time?
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| I really don’t know
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| And is there any point ever having children?
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| Oh, I don’t know
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| All I do know is we’re here and it’s now
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| So, stretch out and wait, stretch out and wait
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| There is no debate, no debate, no debate
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| How can you consciously contemplate
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| When there’s no debate, no debate?
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| Stretch out and wait
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| Stretch out and wait
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| Stretch out and wait
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| Wait
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| Wait
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| Wait
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| Wait, oh |