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Girl, I know the world's a That's what the poet But I think our relationship Is way above my I'll be your Casanova boy If that's you desire But once I performing I can't easily
I'll swing on a jump through hoops And eat fire Be a cannon ball on the high wire Put on make-up, a wig I'll be your tragic The once you've got me up I can't easily down
drive me over the edge of it Can't you see I've got emotions? Joined the crowd, to be part of it was the start of it
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The world is turnin' dead Economic turmoil, now the is in the red Democracy's a shadow of its former Law and orders broken End of
My door neighbour's totally snapped He's gone right the edge playing up barbed wire barricades Around the hedge And planting mines on the lawn gone barmy According to his He's a secret army
since he got laid off Something inside His wife says he's 'round the twist Now there's no turning All he waits in the garden shed For the enemy to A suburban Dressed up in a union over the edge
Oh, Over the Don't drive me the edge of it
Woman, you are gonna me Totally the edge Is it yes or is it no? Are you gonna the pledge? The pressures of society are getting to brain And forced you to act And put me all this strain
But drive me over the edge of it Stop I've still got emotions the crowd, just to be part of it That was the of it
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