| The meter marks OK
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| The peak won’t cross the line
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| The meter broke last time
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| My nerves got caught away
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| And I won’t mild the fall
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| 'Cause I can bear the mass
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| No one can make it turn
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| And we’ve been used to that
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| And don’t you die real soon
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| 'Cause I’ve been counting on it since ten
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| But the meter marks OK
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| No-one can make it go
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| No-one can stop the swing
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| Some days and then away
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| No thought but make you stay
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| And then you lied to me
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| You said you knew where you were going to
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| Oh the meter marked OK
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| The meter marked OK
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| Time I had a chance, I had a chance
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| I thought I’d make a change
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| Make a change, to make a change
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| And I was it
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| I was not aware that I could fly that I could let you wait
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| When your hands, when your hands
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| And so you slip away, you slip away, you slip away
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| (da na na na…)
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| Time I had a chance, I had a chance
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| I thought I’d make a change
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| Make a change, to make a change
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| And I was it
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| I was not aware that I could fly that I could let you wait
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| When your hands, when your hands
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| And so you slip away, you slip away, you slip away
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| The meter marks OK
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| And I won’t cross the line
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| And I won’t mild the fall
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| When I can bear the mass
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| And I was not aware
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| That I couldn’t make the change
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| And so you slip away
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| So you slip away
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| Time, I had a chance, I had a chance
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| I thought I’d make a change
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| Make a change, make a change |