Everyone I talk to
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is fighting emptiness
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Far too many crossroads,
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security is less
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Life comes with no manuals
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and little are we taught
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Happiness and freedom
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are promoted to be bought
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But it istn’t all that easy
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when you’re made out of fire
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And it istn’t all that easy
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when you’re bursting with desire
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And it istn’t all that easy
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when you haven’t got a clue
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and that blindfold
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is blinding you
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Well, look at my ex-boyfriend
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-he’s just spinning ‘round
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He says he’s feeling crazy
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but he’s just not getting down
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And every weekend we go clubbing
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We’re insecure and safe
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And everyone is thinking
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that the other one has faith
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Give me a religion,
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lead me to the light
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or fill me up with drugs
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that make me crazy for a night
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‘Cause I am on a ride
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that istn’t taking me to dawn
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Give me back my childhood
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make me feel
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secure and warm
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It Isn't All That Easy
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| D'Sound |
