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Read all the pamphlets and watch the tapes |
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I get all confused when you mix up the dates |
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Whoa! |
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Don't gimme the pretend you come for the weekend |
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And you stay for the week |
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You say that you hate it but that's how you made it |
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Just keep it oblique |
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We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips |
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We're all suh-suh-suh sucked-in-by parlour tricks |
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Oh the people deceive you the kids never leave |
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'Cause you make them at home |
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You try to appease them and they show you the stick |
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But still you pick up the phone |
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But hey man, you can take it |
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As long as they don't shove you out in the cold |
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It's not getting better, no it's not getting better, man |
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It's just getting old |
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Ah ooh! we do what we're programmed to do |
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Hey we do what we're told |
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I never remember to carry my book when I get on the bus |
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You never forget it's your time to collect |
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When they are making a fuss |
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We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips |
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We're all high high high, high high on wiggling hips |
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Ah ooh! you break off your plans for the weekend |
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And ah oh! you can tell them the dates |
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But that don't mean they're letting you go |
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Don't gimme the pretend you come for the weekend |
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And you stay for the year |
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Avoid all the plans cuz we're making our day jobs |
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Into a steady career |
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We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips |
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We all claw claw claw, cli-climb-on to sinking ships |
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And ah ooh! avoid all the cold sideways glances |
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And ah ooh! celebrate! celebrate! celebrate! |
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And then turn to stone |
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Read all the pamphlets and watch the tapes |
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You turn 25 and now you're all out of escapes |
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C'mon |
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Hey the rock writer told me to tell you: |
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"Though you're great and you're brave |
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You still lack that which makes you a star." |
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Read all the pamphlets and watch the tapes |
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We all get a little drunk and then we act like apes |
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Ow! |
