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Oh it's a simple equation of good versus bad
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The terror of knowing all that we've had
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Has to be paid for in the long run
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Books balanced justice seen to be done
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Oh yes conscience and all of that stuff
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We'll sort that out later you've time enough
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Right now you must realise that not much is fair
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When you hunt with the hounds now you run with the hare
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Without low there'd be no high
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If nothing fell there'd be no sky
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Without far there is no near
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The days that separate the night
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The shadows by which we'll recognise the light
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Yes its the simple equation of black and white
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The mathematical theorum of wrong minus right
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The calculation of good over bad
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Ever feel like you've been had
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'Cos with no love there is no high
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If nothing falls there'd be no sky
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Without far there is no near
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The days that separate the night
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It's the shadows by which we'll recognise the light
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'Cos of course you know you ask anyone
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We're in our own relative reality
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All things must have their opposite
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To know anything is to know it by a contrast
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With something that it is not
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Without far there is no near
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It's the days that separate the night
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It's the shadows by which we'll recognise the light
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It's the days that separate the night
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It's the shadows by which we'll recognise the light
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Oh it's the days that separate the night
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It's the shadows by which we'll recognise the light
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The days that separate the night
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And the shadows by which we recognise the light
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Goodnight
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Simple Equation
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Madness |