Eight days of the week can’t believe my eyes.
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Insurrection in the streets so we stay inside.
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Go, it’s coming.
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Eight days of the week we’re dead on our feet,
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take me aside just shoot me.
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No black and white, black and white,
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wish we could drive right through you.
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Tired of wishing things were different I can sympathise.
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Lately things don’t seem so easy there’s no black and white.
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Go, it’s coming.
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Eight days of the week we’re dead on our feet,
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take me aside just shoot me.
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No black and white, black and white,
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wish we could drive right through you.
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Eight Days
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| Pitchshifter |
