D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y.
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Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't.
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Don't tell me to believe in you, 'cos I don't.
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Be on your guard, better hostile and hard, don't risk affection;
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Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone,
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You're still looking for the Resurrection.
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Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
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And I'll tell you, straight in the eye:
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D.I.Y., D.I.Y., [etc.]
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Everyone wants to be what he not, what he not.
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Nobody happy with what he got, what he got.
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You function like a dummy with a new ventriloquist,
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Do you say nothing yourself?
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Hanging like a thriller on the final twist,
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Is it true you're getting stuck on the shelf?
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Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
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And I'll tell you, straight in the eye:
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D.I.Y., D.I.Y., [etc.]
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When things get so big, I don't trust them at all,
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You want some control, you've got to keep it small.
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D.I.Y., D.I.Y., [etc.]
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D.I.Y.
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Peter Gabriel |