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It comes running through the hillside And it sleeps in our bed Now it's madder than ever And i thought it was dead And it's created by the polarity Of lovers in Spring Score bullets for fillings Makes everyone sing Oh oh, the inconceivable madness Of all the joy you could bring Call out this spirit Make everyone sing Get up and call, call Wake up and call And joy is in it's lunch box With a simpson sticker on We've been crying without it It's been gone for so long And it's been created by the polarity Of lovers in Spring It's got bullets for fillings Makes everyone sing Oh oh, the inconceivable madness Of all the joy you could bring Call out this spirit Make everyone sing Get up and call, call Wake up and call How you doing How you doing How you doing Now all out down the land slide All out down the stream All out from the hill tops All out calling me All out to your mother All out round this place Round this place Down your face Call Go on, call Get up and call, call I'm not tired of living, not tired of living Come running through the hill side And it sleeps in our bed Now it's madder than ever And i thought it was dead |