I been beating my head against the rubber wall.
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I¡¯ve been jumping on a ladder, tryin¡¯ to make it fall.
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We¡¯re diving on the cliff from the highest rocks.
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Living under penalty, no seceond thoughts.
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Riding and changes.
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And the world re- arranges.
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This is sink or swim.
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Sure as hell, no ? one stays, I¡¯m in.
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Riding and changes.
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And my mind re-arranges.
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First, always the same surrender.
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Always left with the tender heart.
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We¡¯re in this strong beat.
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Getting a rest through the night.
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The streets are all empty.
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Looking and running.
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Shouting people is coming.
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Enough, he know me through the law.
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Ooh, get the bull by the horns.
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Listen to the rumble from beneath the ground.
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I¡¯m tryin¡¯to get to sleep but there¡¯s that angry sound.
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All the stamping and the kicking, don¡¯t know what I¡¯m gone do.
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Have them made to maybe face the popping out.
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Popping out. Popping out. Popping out. Ooh.
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Riding and changes.
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And the world re- arranges fast.
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This is sink or swim.
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Sure as hell, no ? one knows, what state I¡¯m in.
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Riding and changes.
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And my mind re-arranges.
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First, always the same surrender.
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Always left with the tender heart.
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This is making me nervous.
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I have to admit it. It¡¯s out in the open.
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I stand so deminished.
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But there is no escaping it.
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Here it comes, this is it.
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This is it. This is it. This is it. Is it. is it...
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Popping out. Popping out. This is it!
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Courage
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Peter Gabriel |