(D. Pickerill/P. O'Donoughue)
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I've been watching the storm clouds gather in the distance
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Follow jet planes as they move 'cross the sky
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I turn my head from the TV set
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I'm drowning without getting wet
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Then the man says
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La la, la la la la la la
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Hey, I've seen children in rags look on up at the cameras
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Hold up their hands, wait your turn in the line
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One more vision on the screen
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Watch from a chair not really seeing
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Then the man says
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Chorus:
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(La la, la la la la la la)
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Take care, goodnight
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I hope you have a nice, nice day
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(La la, la la la la la la)
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Tune in, turn on, but forget it and the end of the day
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(La la, la la la la la la)
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I've seen rich men in mansions
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Have their cake and eat it
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Then talk about wages, the wages of sin
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I still say that it can't be right
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To settle down, turn off the light
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Then the man says
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Chorus
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La la, la la la la la la (x3)
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I watch the night sky and the stars in the distance
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Dreaming of worlds far, far away
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I sometimes think that there's much more
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Other times I'm not so sure
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Then the man says
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Chorus (x3)
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Forget it at the end of the day
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Take care, la la, goodnight.
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Take Care, Goodnight
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| Lisa Stansfield |
