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Here comes your song, it's on the radio |
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Here comes your song, here comes your song |
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Everybody in the backseat, come and sing along |
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We're fucked, we're fucked |
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There's been an accident, somebody stole your face |
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We're fucked, we're fucked |
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You were always something else, there's nothing to replace |
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You got some shit to throw out |
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You got some numbers to erase |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Ringing all night, it's slower than the bar |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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How do you spell |
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Look way around or replace those numbers? |
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Here comes your song, it's on the stereo |
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So turn it on, so turn it up |
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Everybody in the backseat's about to throw up |
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We're fucked, we're fucked |
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There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby |
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We're fucked, we're fucked |
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Fuck, you walked in a piece, this isn't war and peace |
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You were always good enough |
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There was nothing to replace |
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You got some shit to throw out |
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You got some numbers to erase |
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You got names to forget |
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Plus some people to call |
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There was nothing to replace |
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You've been good enough all along |
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You just got settled in |
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And you wanna get down |
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And feel like you are loved |
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Feel like you are loved |
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Nobody's mad at you |
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These people love you |
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And they wanna see you are bein' strong |
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Wanna see you are bein' strong |
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So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers |
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So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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NumbersSo lose the numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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NumbersSo lose the numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers |
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The names and the phone |
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Here comes your song, it's on the stereo |
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Here comes your song, it's on the radio |
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Here comes your song, here comes your song |
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We're fucked, we're fucked |
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And hung up alone |
