I stand off to one side
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counting the casualties
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As you will see in the morning the newspapers lied
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Difficult to say the truth in times like these.
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You are over there at the center
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The look on your face at the point of collision
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Once you've left you can never re-enter
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With your heart your soul and your vision.
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The light that's shining in
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Comes through a tear in the fabric
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That used to be your skin
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You need some heavyweight abracadabra
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But it's too late for who's whose
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Too soon for the long term blues
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Lord let me stand in another man's shoes
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Somebody who's not bringing this news.
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Yesterday brought a market correction
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We all sat around the house and pitched a bitch
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You called your man in the Caribbean the Jamaican connection
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It was a minor cut but we had to have it stitched
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And our little devil was naughty
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Again and again he swore hard
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We got over the fact we're forty
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All those little toys strewn around the backyard
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The Bearer of Bad News
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The Roches |