Lyrics
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All my decisions are running out of ways to play
All my religions are slowly slipping away
How am I ensured that happiness will return?
Mid-air collision, I'll work it out, I'm sure
Wild world
Wild world
Wild world
Somebody told me everybody's lonely
So many phoney, innocence is in me and you
Can't have it both ways
Everybody's gotta do my love
'Cause we're opening doors
And your waiting scores
And your fragile mind is shaking lion's door
Wild world
Wild world
Wild world
Wild world
Wild world
Wild world
Wild world
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