oh it s strange the way that it works out running out of matches and the fire keeps going out through three hundred and sixty degrees falling over you and over me and i know yes i know sometimes the fever comes and goes nice job jerome nice job jerome nice job jerome now you re crying like a baby cos your buggy s all broken things that were said things that were spoken of now it s in the air and in the trees falling over you and over me and i know oh yes i know sometimes the fever comes and goes yes i know oh yes i know sometimes the feelings come and go nice job jerome nice job jerome nice job jerome hope beyond hope hope beyond hope hope beyond hope hope beyond hope for a little hope
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