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Recorded in 1985 by Propaganda. (03:27 min)
it took ten years to realizewhy the angel stopped cryingwhen you sail on down the laneyour happy smile, your funny nameit's so hopeless to definewhen you jump to close the blindsyou know I'd help you if I could butboth my arms are made of woodI just don't mean the things that I sayit's only cause you're made that waysorry for laughingthere's too much happeningsorry for laughingthere's too much happeningwhen we grooved on into townCharles Atlasstopped to frowncause he's not made like me and youjust can't do the things we doi'm not being mean so don't take it hardwhen I ask you to run round the yardsorry for laughingthere's too much happeningsorry for laughingthere's too much happeningat times like these you don't have to sayso sorry it turned out that waysorry for laughingthere's too much happeningsorry for laughingthere's too much happening
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