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Brothers and sisters unite
It's the time of your lives
It's the time of your lives
Break down, break down
Gotta spread love around
Gotta spread it around
Brothers and sisters feel fine
It's the time of your lives
It's the time of your lives
No sound, no sound
Like this feeling you've found
Like this feeling you've found
But just stay down
'Cos some sounds you'll feel
So stay down
And some sounds you'll feel
And it's me they're looking for
And it's me
I will never survive
But we'll be around some more
Brothers and sisters unite
It's the time of your lives
It's the time of your lives
Break down, break down
Gotta spread love around
Gotta spread it around
But just stay down
And some sounds you'll feel
So stay 'round
And some sounds you'll feel
And it's me they're looking for
And it's me
I will never survive
But we'll be around some more
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Love, I hope we get on
I hope we can find a way
Seeing it all
Love, I hope we can be
I hope I can find a way
Of letting you see
That I'm so easy to please
So easy
Love, I hope we grow up
I hope we can find a way
Of seeing it all
Love, I hope we can be
I hope I can find a way
Of letting you see
That I'm so easy to please
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A cardboard inner-city
Has found its way to me
It's out, and it's out, and it's out
Making me cry
I think that I will not move
I'm too scared to leave my room
But I won't be defeated, oh no
What if cards don't go my way?
Then it's sure to spoil my day
But in voices loud and clear
You say to me it's only superstition
It's only your imagination
It's only your other things that you feel
And the things from which you can't escape
Keep clean for the thousandth time
Stand still and wait in line
So nobody's better than others, oh no
What if cards don't go my way?
Then it's sure to spoil my day
But in voices loud and clear
You say to me it's only superstition
It's only your imagination
It's only your other things that you feel
And the things from which you can't explain
And it's making me cry
And it's making me cry
And I'm slipping away, love
I'm slipping away
It's only superstition
Only your imagination
It's only superstition
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