There's a wind up in the trees
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Like a voice that's whispering "Please"
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Someone's decided on dividing
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Everything in two
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I'd rip the money in half
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I'd even break the staff
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But split apart my heart
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And there's no room for you
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Refrain:
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Listen, love will always divide
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You may not need both sides
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It may be empty, it may be full
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It's all just push and pull
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The front might be the rear
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My poison pet
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And you can't be sure which side you get
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Come on,
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Then make the decision
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It's a love division
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All the jealous gestures, the blades of hurt desire
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Slit my heart apart
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Hear the cries that flow through the wire
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They're passing through
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They're split in two
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I know inside, I can't divide the things I'm sure are true . . .
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But I could take what you break
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And make it all seem new
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Repeat Refrain
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Everybody's underground commuting at the speed of sound
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Listen what the wheels say
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They say: "Rip apart, rip my heart, rip my heart,
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rip the dark, trip the dark, abattoir . . ."
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Repeat Refrain
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Plain Division
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| Jim Carroll |
