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But for the cum in your hair, |
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The cocaine on your teeth |
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You'd be just like the girls |
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That I kissed on the heath |
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Your mother left and you're all alone |
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And the world is at your feet |
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You smell like ash, mildew and hash |
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Can barely even speak |
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And it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me |
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I followed your perfume as you ran down the street |
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I caught you and held you and pushed back your fringe and swore undying loyalty |
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We'll make a new art for the people, |
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A new art for the people |
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A new art for the people you and me. |
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I followed you home |
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Knocked at your door |
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Offered myself in the kitchen |
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Passed out on the floor |
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And when you shout, |
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I get terrified |
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And then I love you more |
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You sound middle class, but |
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I'll let it pass, |
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I don't understand you at all |
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And it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me |
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I swallowed my pride with a pill and decided to give you back your key |
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You caught me and held me and |
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I took your hand and swore undying loyalty |
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We'll make a new art for the people, |
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A new art for the people |
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A new art for the people you and me. |
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Under the covers forever |
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Everything well within reach |
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A small price to pay for our freedom |
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And for our celebrity |
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Such ornaments and gorgeous things |
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Like string lights at the beach |
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Intensive care and conditioned air |
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And our faces on |
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TV And it's so sad but they're so glad that you're so bad for me |
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The dark days ahead and the blood on the bed and the cover of the |
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NME They gave us a cheque and took us by our necks and swore undying loyalty |
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We'll make a new art for the people, |
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A new art for the people |
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A new art for the people you and me. |
