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Nitrogen Pink |
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and a whole load of Wednesdays |
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They're these sweet rotting memories |
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That keep you alive |
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Nitrogen Pink please |
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Throw me a moment just to |
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Get my composure and to |
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Stamp on a fly |
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And the boys had they're pearls |
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And the girls had to backs |
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And everybody was laughing at you |
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Singing isn't it, isn't it, isn't it |
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Such a funny old world the way tragedy strikes |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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and a whole load of Wednesdays |
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They're these sweet rotting memories |
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That keep you alive |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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please throw me a moment just to |
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Get my composure and to stamp on a fly |
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And the blind man was seeing clouds all grey |
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Until the weather man blew his rain away |
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And nobody, nobody, nobody make a sound |
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Nitrogen pink |
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and a pill for my breakfast |
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And a bag full of ketchup that he spilt on his tie |
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Nitrogen pink |
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for the unwritten bible |
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About this mad mad days survival |
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Till he kicked it up in the flames |
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And all the education daddy It never paid |
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Because the fat man took my innocence away |
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And I though and I thought and I thought |
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You said all the streets were paved with gold |
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Nitrogen pink |
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for the real captain redbeard |
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For the unlikely pianist |
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The sad and the gay |
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Nitrogen pink |
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for the man in the corner |
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For the pig in the slaughter house |
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The sweet melody |
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Played slot machines got so rich then we lost it |
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Found a hole in my pocket |
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Crack a smile and were ok |
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That long drive home |
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Nothing much ever after |
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Nothing hurts me more than laughter |
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Man I wish you could be here |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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and a whole load of Wednesdays |
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They're these sweet rotting memories |
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That keep you alive |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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please Throw me a moment just to |
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Get my composure and to |
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Wave you good bye |
