| «Well what’s the harm? |
| It’s good clean fun…
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| Why don’t you just go on and have another one?
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| When there’s hanky-panky in the boardroom
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| Wooly-bully on the farm, what’s the harm?
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| It’s quite alright — I mean to say, tomorrow’s just another day…»
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| Oh, but in the morning
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| But in the morning light
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| Will you still feel as fine
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| Will you still need to trade day for night?
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| In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king;
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| In the country of the sheep, they call him Cyclops
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| And the quality of mind is such a tenuous thing
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| That here you need it like a blind man needs eye drops
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| Get out of that back room
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| This vacuum, it attracts you, but in fact
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| You don’t know quite what it is;
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| You’re being sapped of everything
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| You once valued so highly…
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| Will you still feel as strong
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| Will you still long for weakness to come?
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| It’s a Chemical World…
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| Not a candidate ever fails;
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| Though you search for the Holy Grail
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| You’re not going to find it
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| In the Chemical World
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| A sleeper train… you can’t escape;
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| Fast overnight… the ticker-tape
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| Oh but in the morning
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| But in the morning haze
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| Will the market have turned
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| Will there be no more days left to trade?
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| It’s the Chemical World
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| And from the moment that it’s embraced
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| It’s the Chemical World
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| All the diamonds turn to paste
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| In the Chemical World…
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| Yeah, you think you’ll look so pretty —
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| It’s gonna blow up in your face
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| «It's just the time, so slow to pass
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| It’s just the drug… it doesn’t last…» |