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A funny little heart in a funny little box, |
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Never take it out 'cos it might get dropped, |
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Bottle up and hide tell a little lie, |
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If you must, if you must , |
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See the crooked man try and walk a crooked mile, |
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See the crooked lady with her crooked little smile, |
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They see us as they pass and they don't know what they make of us, |
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To make of us. |
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'Cos you and I, you and I, you and I, |
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We see a stranger side of things, |
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You and I, you and I, you and I, |
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We dream a stranger kind of dream, |
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We walk the weird side of the street. |
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Get an education, get a job, get a life, |
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A little white fence and the feeling you've arrived, |
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Sit yourself down take a look around and give up, |
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And give up, |
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Save up all the pennies and then spend 'em in the shops, |
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Everybody's truckin' till the day they're gonna stop, |
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They're from another planet and they dunno what they make of us, |
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To make of us. |
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You and I, you and I, you and I, |
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We see a stranger side of things, |
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You and I, you and I, you and I, |
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We dream a stranger kind of dream, |
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We walk the weirdest side of the street. |
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Of the street. |
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Stop what you're doing take your eyes off the screen, |
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You've always got a feeling but you don't know what it means, |
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Step across a line with an open mind and let go, |
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And let go. |
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You and I, you and I, you and I, |
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We see a stranger side of things, |
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You and I, you and I, you and I, |
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We dream a stranger kind of dream, |
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We walk the weirdest side of the street. |
