Nothing must pass this line
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Unless it is well defined
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You just have to be resigned
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You're crashing by design
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You once believed that crazy accidents
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were happening to you
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You were chasing a capricious wind
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Whenever bad luck and trouble
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happened to pursue you
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The dice would surely save your skin
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But when you look back you must realize
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That nothing in your life's divine
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Everything that's ever befallen you
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Happened simply 'cause it crossed your mind
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You're crashing by design
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Nothing must pass this line
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Unless it is well defined
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You just have to be resigned
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You're crashing by design
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In your single-roomed flat in a courtyard building
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You sit alone just like a broken toy
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Where's your mother, where's your lover
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and where are the children
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Are you a man or still a boy?
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Who left you behind, or did you run
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From the crush of so many options?
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Now you know the special despair of the man
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Discussed, debated and offered for adoption
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Nothing must pass this line
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Unless it is well defined
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You just have to be resigned
|
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Another man without a woman
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Dropped like a tool no longer required
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A man who longs for the stifling
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Milk flowered bosom, a fool
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who's no longer desired
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Another man without a woman
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Too many rages have cost you this time
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Another man among a hundred children
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You're just a child who is lost in time
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You're crashing by design
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You're crashing by design
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I't all happens by design
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I't all happens by design
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You're crashing by design
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I't all happens by design
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I't all happens by design
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You're crashing by design
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Crashing By Design
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| Pete Townshend |
