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Baby Britain feels the best |
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Floating over a sea of vodka |
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Separated from the rest |
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Fights problems with bigger problems |
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Sees the ocean fall and rise |
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Counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her |
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Water pouring from her eyes |
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Alcoholic and very bitter |
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For someone half as smart |
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You'd be a work of art |
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You put yourself apart |
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And I can't help until you start |
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We knocked another couple back |
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The dead soldiers lined up on the table |
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Still prepared for an attack |
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They didn't know they'd been disabled |
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Felt a wave, a rush of blood |
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You won't be happy 'til the bottle's broken |
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And you're out swimming in the flood |
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You kept back you kept unspoken |
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For someone half as smart |
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You'd be a work of art |
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You put yourself apart |
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And I can't help until you start |
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You got a look in your eye |
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When you're saying goodbye |
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Like you wanna say hi |
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The light was on but it was dim |
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Revolver's been turned over |
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And now it's ready once again |
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The radio was playing "crimson and clover" |
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London bridge is safe and sound |
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No matter what you keep repeating |
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Nothing's gonna drag me down |
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To a death that's not worth cheating |
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For someone half as smart |
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You'd be a work of art |
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You put yourself apart |
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I can't help until you start |
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For someone half as smart you'd be a work of art |
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You put yourself apart |