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The fence is long and high where we live
You can't see the other side where they live
I've spied with my little eye
I've sighed with my little sigh
But it seems I've given all that I can give
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times I've thought again
But it seems I've given all that I can give
Is anyone there?
Here is the fence that they built
(Over there)
Is anyone there?
Here is the fence that hate built
(Over there)
This is the fence that turns one into two
I want to break through but I'm through if I do
I've tried with my little try
I've cried with my little cry
But it seems that the gate holds the only clue
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times I've thought again
But it seems I've given all that I can give
Is anyone there?
Here is the fence that they built
(Over there)
Is anyone there?
Here is the fence that hate built
(Over there)
Composição: Paul Heaton / Stan Cullimore
