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Nobody hears a word you say
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This England made me,
Between a war and a rocket span,
You've found a crib it saves me,
And teach me wrong and right,
And the world was talking,
Never got it's chance to say,
When there's too much talking,
Nobody hears a word you say
You won't see,
And baby now I won't hear,
It's blind communications,
Only lasts throughout the year,
And half of what we're saying,
Is half-way to the truth,
It's blind communications,
For a million hearts and fools
I am a witness,
To a land of a million fools,
All placing bets on life,
They hate the ones who lose,
And all the lonely,
Never get the chance to say,
That the one and only,
Will be the chance to even play
Hello Monday,
The weekend's just a blur,
I've been burning bridges,
And now I'm begging at your door,
So keep on working,
Cos it's a chance for me to play,
But too much talking,
When you believe the words I say
You won't see,
And baby now I won't hear,
It's blind communications,
Only lasts throughout the year,
And half of what we're saying,
Is half-way to the truth,
It's blind communications,
For a million hearts and fools...
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