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Why are we racing to be so old? |
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I'm up late pacing the floor |
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I won't be told |
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You have your reservations |
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I'm bought and sold |
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I'll face the music, i'll face the facts |
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Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks |
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Bowing and squatting, running after tidbits |
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Bobbing and squinting just like a nit wit |
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Two little hitlers will fight it out until |
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One little hitler does the other one's will |
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I will return, i will not burn |
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Down in the basement |
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I need my head examined |
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I need my eyes excited |
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I'd like to join the party |
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But i was not invited |
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You make a member of me |
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I'll be delighted |
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I wouldn't cry for lost souls you might drown |
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Dirty words for dirty minds, written in a toilet town |
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Dial me a valentine, she's a smooth operator |
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It's all so calculated, she's got a calculator |
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She's my soft-touch typewriter and i'm the great dictator |
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A simple game of self respect |
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You flick the switch and the world goes out |
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Nobody jumps as you expect |
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I would have thought you would have had enough by now |
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You call selective dating for some effective mating |
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I thought i'd let you down dear, but you were just deflated |
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I knew right from the start, we'd end up hating |
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Pictures of the merchandise plastered on the wall |
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We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all |
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You say you'll never know him |
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He's not a natural man |
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He doesn't want your pleasure |
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He wants as no one can |
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He wants to know the names of all those he's better than |
