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Up on The Downside |
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This england made me
Between the war and a rockets flying
You found the crib that saves me
And teach me wrong and right
Then the world was talking
It never got it's chance to say
When there's too much talking
Nobody hears the words you say
You won't see
Baby now I want you
These blind communications
Only last throughout the year
And half of what we're saying
Is halfway in a truth
And blind communications
For a million hearts and fools
I am a witness
To a land of a million fools
All placing bets on life
Then hate the ones you lose
And all the lonely
Never get the chance to say
That their one and only
Would be the chance to even play
Repeat chorus
Hello monday
The week is just a blur
I've been burning bridges
And now I'm begging at your door
So I keep on working
'cause it's a chance for me to pay
But too much talking
When you believe the words I say
Repeat chorus
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