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Don't think me unkind
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Words are hard to find
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They're only cheques I've left unsigned
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From the banks of chaos in my mind
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And when their eloquence escapes me
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Their logic ties me up and rapes me
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De do do do, de da da da
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Is all I want to say to you
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De do do do, de da da da
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Their innocence will pull me through
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De do do do, de da da da
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Is all I want to say to you
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De do do do, de da da da
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They're meaningless and all that's true
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Poets, priests and poiticians
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Have words to thank for their positions
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Words that scream for your submission
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And no-one's jamming their transmission
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And when their eloquence escapes you
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Their logic ties you up and rapes you
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De do do do, de da da da
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Is all I want to say to you
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De do do do, de da da da
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Their innocence will pull me through
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De do do do, de da da da
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Is all I want to say to you
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De do do do, de da da da
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They're meaningless and all that's true
|
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De do do do, de da da da
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Is all I want to say to you
|
De do do do, de da da da
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Their innocence will pull me through
|
De do do do, de da da da
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Is all I want to say to you
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De do do do, de da da da
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They're meaningless and all that's true
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De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
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| Sting |
