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So Much
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dream and fantasize
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Slave to your desire, you'll buy anything
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Curse and criticize
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middle-aged and at your door
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and they're selling you the son of God
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it's so hard to ignore
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You want so much and then you want some more
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somehow your appetite grows
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you'd just love what you can't possess
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you know it's out there somewhere
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read and memorize
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make a wish come true
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and you can telephone free
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eyes and ears and mouth and nose
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in a face that you compose
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but it cuts you like never before
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it's so hard to ignore
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You want so much and then you want some more
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somehow your appetite grows
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you'd just love what you can't possess
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you know it's out there
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somewhere
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it's so hard to ignore
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You'd really love so much
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and then you'd go spoil yourself with more
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strange how your appetite's grown
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till you're just lying in a corner upstairs
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looking out there
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somewhere
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So Much
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| The Sundays |
