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If I was unordinately different to what you say
I’d lie, oh I’d lie
If you could release me now
You know that I won’t hesitate
To lie, I would lie
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on into the light
Pick me up satellite
If it’s wrong, make it right
Indecipherable gibberish - kind of guitar
If I lied and told you they were difficult or hard to take
I’d lie, I’d still lie
If you try to please me now
You know that I won’t remonstrate
But lie I would lie
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If it’s wrong, make it right
We like quiet nights on the island
? ? read by patterned stars round our head
We can reach new heights in this island
We’re dragged slowly to our ? feet?
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it out, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If it’s wrong, make it right
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it out, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If it’s wrong, make it right
If I was inordinately different
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