They're almost falling over you
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Why don't they call a truce
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What ever they are trying to do
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Its of little use
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They're drowning you in compliments
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Trying to furnish proof
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*And though* they speak with eloquence
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There is little truth
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You're bright, you're strong, you know *your* right from wrong
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At least to some degree
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You're wise, you're tough, you've heard their lies enough
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You smile in sympathy
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I'm watching your serenity
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The way your *soul transcends*
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The *teeniest obscenities*
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Your patience never ends
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And as the night begins to fade
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Your heading for the door
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Followed by sad parade
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Your on your own once more
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You're bright, you're strong, you know *your* right from wrong
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At least to some degree
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You're wise, you're tough, you've heard their lies enough
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You smile in sympathy
|
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You're bright, you're strong, you know *your* right from wrong
|
At least to some degree
|
You're wise, you're tough, you've heard their lies enough
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You smile in sympathy
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In Sympathy
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| Depeche Mode |
