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Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets and coffee-shops |
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Their prey gather in herds |
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In stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks |
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But while they search for a mate my type hibernate |
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In bedrooms above |
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Composing their songs of love |
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Young, uniform minds in uniform lines |
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And uniform ties |
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Run round with trousers on fire |
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And signs of desire they cannot disguise |
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While I try to find words |
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As light as the birds |
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That circle above |
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To put in my songs of love |
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Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice |
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Fortune depends on the tone of your voice |
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So sing while you have time |
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Let the song shine |
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Down from above |
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And fill you with songs of love |
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Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice |
| [02:54.24] |
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice |
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So let's sing while we still can |
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While the song hangs high up above |
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Wonderful songs of love |
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Beautiful songs of love |
