Rushing round in circles
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To brighten all the corners
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Busy making friends with all your enemies
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You finger through your bible
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Whilst looking through your window
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The look you gave erased a thousand memories
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Ooooh I am sorry, ooooh I am sorry
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This page in your story won't turn
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Who am I to ask you why
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You feel the way you do
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If you feel the way you do
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Is there nothing we could do?
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With advice I'd warn her
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Don't idolise your neighbour
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Maybe something else is the enemy
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But who put out the fire
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What you asking me for
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The simple things you need for a remedy
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Ooooh I am sorry, ooooh I am sorry
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This page in your story won't turn
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Who am I to ask you why
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You feel the way you do
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If you feel the way you do
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Is there something we could do?
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If only you could know there is life through your window
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Oh but even so I don't know where would you go
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The time you waste would still turn into memories
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Who am I to ask you why
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You feel the way you do
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If you feel the way you do
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Is there nothing we could do?
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Couldn't you just ask me why
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You feel the way you do
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There's one thing I'd say to you
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There must be something we could do
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Just go ahead and ask me the question
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Is There Nothing We Could Do?
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| Badly Drawn boy |
