I read a lot of things I've seen in the papers
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and they went right through my head.
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Robbers and killers and midnight rapers
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who will get you in your bed.
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The world's not safe for living in;
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There's too much hate and too much sin.
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Got to get help from the new world shapers
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or it might just be too late.
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Gimme a line on the telephone;
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Come on baby, don't make it alone.
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No-where to run, no-where to hide
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Can't stop you doping, you still think I'm joking; such a shame.
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You know I love you, I'm thinking of you, you and me.
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I heard a lot of tales about heavenly dopers
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who are trying to make a break.
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Know a lot of folk who are daily smokers
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'Cause they just can't take it straight.
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Reality can be a strain;
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There's too much hate and too much pain.
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Got to get some help or the air will choke us
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or it might soon be too late.
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Know we've got problems with the air,
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Too many people who never care.
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No-where to run, no-where to hide.
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Can't stop you dying, I'm still gonna keep on trying; such a shame.
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Hang on to your life.
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Nowhere To Run
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| Ten Years After |
