You truly try to focus
But tension's rising in the air, in the air
30 degrees celsius
And you're not even nearly there, nearly there
Vapors of petroleum
Are blurring concepts in your mind, in your mind
In spite of your curriculum
You start behaving out of line, out of line
Sipping a tubeful of ale
You stare an atom in the eye, in the eye
Sweat on your face, you look pale
You need a shot of turpentine, turpentine
I see you try to focus
You're making such a fuss
Over 50 degrees celsius
Is good enough for us
Holding your fears deep inside
Your looking for some oxygen, oxygen
There's no escape but you tried
To synthesize her love again, love again
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