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How can you say you love somebody, more than someone you love?
How can you make a decision like this, when your head is so full of that crazy stuff?
I guess we're doing well but we, could do better
Stories we could tell of times, we've been nailed together

These are times that make the man
The man is living on the edge
He gets his fix as best he can
My beautiful, my beautiful, addiction

Remembering how we all sang 'Feed The World'
A harmony heaven sent
I never realised how far we'd been sold
Until we voted for this Government

These are times that make the woman
The woman is living on the edge
She gets her fix as best she can
My beautiful, my beautiful, addiction

And she's killing me with kindness
A subtle blend of silence
Alternatives to violence
That know no rules

I respect her and enjoy her
She cures my paranoia
And I'm the happiest of fools

I'm the happiest of fools

All Words & Music: © Darren Poyzer