Just when the thought occurs The panic will pass And the smell of the fields Never lasts Put your faith In those crimson nights Set sail In those turquoise days You've got a problem Come on over You've got a problem Come on over It's not for glory It's not for honour Just something someone said It's not for love It's not for war Just hands clasped together It's not for living It's for hunger Just lips locked tight It's not rebellion It's not suffering It's just the way it is And my pistol's packed And my God goes with me I feel easy And I want it And I need it And I've got it It's not for this It's not for that It's not any of it Did you say knowledge? Did you say prayer? Did you say anything? If not for good If not for better If not the way it is Just when the thought occurs The panic will pass And the smell of the fields Never lasts We'll put your faith In those crimson nights Set sail In those turquoise days Place our faith In those crimson nights Set sail In those turquoise days You've got a problem Come on over You've got a problem Come on over Now I think I know Just what to say Now I think I know Just what to say
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