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Are you sure? Are you not sure?
Well, things that start badly are never going to improve with age.
The world has done things to you, but you've done more to yourself.
Oh Robert! There's something in the air.
Slow release me now come on.
From this awful night, I cannot stand the thought of all those lies.
So I run from the light, from the thought I might,
Not have done something right.
At the back of your head, there's an open door,
There's the shock and awe.
It's just shock that's all.