I'll show you what I'm made of
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Forming the formerly fomented
Forces of forces
Slinging salt
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I fεελ fine
don't wake me up yet
O the young and the old they get everything
and it's my turn
I'm here
I'm someone to know
I'm calling the tune but
I'm losing the words
Laughingly I take the fevered applause
of the people by the riverside
I'm Walking
walking on water
God knows why
I'm losing the words
I am a Triangle
I'm losing the words
I am a man
well nearly
celebrate life
be good to yourself
don't wake me like that
I was dreaming and I'd rather carry on
give me a love and hate
on both my hands
I'll show you what I'm made of
wasting my breath when I say that
don't wake me like that
I was dreaming and I'm tired of everyone
here's hoping that you'll
go now so long leave me alone
give me a love and hate
on both my hands
I'll show you what I'm made of
wasting my breath when I say that
love hate
a pair of hands
that's where I began
just be good
good to yourself
I feel fine
don't wake me up yet
cos I feel tired
don't be like that
we don't need to work any more now
I vow that it's goodbye
I vow that it's goodbye and God bless
Why did you have to assume
We're exactly the same?
Oh, no, no
Talk about yourself, self, self
I vow that it's goodbye to the old ways
Those stories were a good read
They were dumb as well
I could never be seen
Falling down on my knees crawling
Oh, no, no
Talk about a sell, sell, sell
Oh, let the heavens shudder, baby
I belong to you
Oh, they said you get what you deserve
And all they said was true
So, is this what it's come to?
Am I cold or just a little bit warm?
Oh well, just give me an easy life and a peaceful death
Yeah, yeah
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