Don't attempt to explain this incredible strain
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now confusion's become far too simple a word for it
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is what you make
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that's the usual mistake
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if you're happy with pain you can take it from me
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that they're all out to get you
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they're painting your life in a permanent grey
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they're all out to get you
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it takes more than tears to get rid of the stains
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sometimes
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you're scared you might slip when you're holding a knife
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lose your fingers or more in a lathe on the nightshift
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you're scared that your babies
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get born with no legs
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you're so scared of death
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you don't know what life is
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so they're. . .
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all out to get you, all over nothing
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they're painting your life in a permanent way
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they're all out to get you, but all out forgetting
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it takes more than tears to get rid of the stains sometimes
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until you accept that you're just like the others
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you're a boy or a girl
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then a man or a woman
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and your clothes never fit
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and your skin's the wrong colour
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so you make do with fear
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you get more than you need.
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yes they're all out to get you, all over nothing
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they're painting your life in a permanent grey
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they're all out to get you, but all out for getting
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it takes more than tears to get rid of the stains
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sometimes
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it takes more than tears
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it takes more than tears
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it takes more than tears
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to get rid of the stains.
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All out to get you
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The English Beat |