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Where is the moment when we need it the most |
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You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost |
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They tell me your blue sky’s faded to grey |
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The tell me your passion’s gone away |
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| F# | | nd I don’t need no carrying on |
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Stand in the line just ahead of the law |
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You’re faking a smile with the coffee you go |
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You tell me your life’s been way off line |
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You’re falling to pieces everytime |
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And I don’t need no carrying on |
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You sing a sad song just to turn it around |
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You work at a smile and you go for a ride |
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You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind |
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Well you need a blue sky holiday |
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The point is they laugh at what you say |
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And I don’t need no carrying on |
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You sing a sad song just to turn it around |
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You work at a smile and you go for a ride |
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You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind |
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Sometimes the system goes on the blink |
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And the whole thing it turns out wrong |
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You might not make it back and you know |
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That you could be well oh that strong |
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So where is the passion when you need it the most |
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You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost |
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You sing a sad song just to turn it around |
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You work at a smile and you go for a ride |
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And how does it feel for one more time |
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