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The English Beat – Over And Over lyrics
Promise your secrecy into the microphone
Into the megaphone, into the cell
Questioning decency under the microscope
Over and over then over and out
Organise my life over the telephone
Over my dead body, over my head
Tread a fine line between you and your memories
Between you and me things are best left unsaid
The honouring of violence
Is a security number
Always so quiet it slips under your guard
Pushes your dead body, under the microscope
Over and over it's over say over and out
Another incident, another accident
Dangerous emptiness, people in shock
You pelt them with rocks
And the old innuendo
"no that was no mishap
That brake line was cut"
Lie on the pavement, wait for an ambulance
Say to yourself nothing is what it seems
Never meaning to say you never say what you mean
You get caught by the sirens on your t.v. screen
The honouring of violence
Is a security number
Always so quiet it slips under your guard
Pushes your dead body, under the microscope
Over and over and over
Then over and out
Over and out out
Over and out out
Over and out
Into the megaphone, into the cell
Questioning decency under the microscope
Over and over then over and out
Organise my life over the telephone
Over my dead body, over my head
Tread a fine line between you and your memories
Between you and me things are best left unsaid
The honouring of violence
Is a security number
Always so quiet it slips under your guard
Pushes your dead body, under the microscope
Over and over it's over say over and out
Another incident, another accident
Dangerous emptiness, people in shock
You pelt them with rocks
And the old innuendo
"no that was no mishap
That brake line was cut"
Lie on the pavement, wait for an ambulance
Say to yourself nothing is what it seems
Never meaning to say you never say what you mean
You get caught by the sirens on your t.v. screen
The honouring of violence
Is a security number
Always so quiet it slips under your guard
Pushes your dead body, under the microscope
Over and over and over
Then over and out
Over and out out
Over and out out
Over and out
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