The jury‘s out, hung it up, couldn‘t decide
What‘s wrong, or right
Get over it, get over it baby
Quit your shoutin‘ too much sound
Quit your gripin‘ just look around
Get over it ladies, get over it gents
Get over it babies, get over it
The jury‘s out, hung it up, couldn‘t decide
What‘s right, or wrong, and
Do you, know better?
Do you know what‘s inside?
Do you know what makes the clock tick backwards?
Through time
When things, were different
Calmer minds, prevailed
But that ship has sailed
Get over it ladies, get over it gents
Get over it babies, get over it
Do you know the story about the man
Who gave his life to sorrow?
He gave it up, like an old cigarette
To find a better tomorrow
Lightning, strikes three times, bad luck comes in threes
Get over it ladies, get over it gents
Get over it babies, get over it
The jury‘s out and another one‘s down
And out like an animal banished
From Eden but I never liked apples
And God would no doubt be angry
If he ever found out, what you and me
Were up to, last night, behind the gym
I couldn‘t help but notice your skin
Was soft to the touch and just like that
It‘s over
Lightning, strikes three times, bad luck comes in threes
The devil lives in a big white house
There‘s no mercy, there‘s no mercy
Get over it ladies, get over it gents
Get over it babies, get over it
To the right, there‘s a mountain, to the left there‘s the sea
And above a flock of sparrows
And they fly with the wind to steal your soul
For a price they move incognito
And find a way, and know what they do
To your heart, and then they burrow
Your friends and neighbors, they won't have a clue
They will come, and they will, find you
You will ask forgiveness, but there‘s none to find
It‘s the price, you pay, for greatness
Lightning, strikes three times, bad luck comes in threes
The devil lives in a big white house
There‘s no mercy, there‘s no mercy, there‘s no mercy
For me
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