Is it my imagination or is that a cardboard sky?
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Is it just a situation
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that made me lose my mind?
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I don't need you to be sorry
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I just wanted you to know
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That this is one hit to the body
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One hit to the soul
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It's one hit to the body
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That won't show
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It's a million constellations
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up in the make-believe sky
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And a million dead-end situations
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you could leave behind
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And the lights and the lorries
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will show you which way to go
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And this is one hit to the body
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It's one hit to the soul
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It's one hit to the body
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That won't show
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It's something in the air that you breathe
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It's something in the books that you read
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It's something in the things that you do
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It's something in the words that you use
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Cos the lights and the lorries
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Will show you where you want to go
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And this is one hit to the body
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It's one hit to the soul
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It's one hit to the body
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That won't show
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Well I don't really need anybody
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I just wanted you to know
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That this is one hit to the body
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That won't show
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That won't show
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One Hit To The Body
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| Suede |
