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Sometimes I burn like a paper dog. |
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But mostly, the thing I like doing |
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Is doing nothing at all. |
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You're right, I'm going nowhere, |
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I've got nowhere to go, |
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And super-colour nightmare's |
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Got something of a hold. |
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So we're slaves of destiny now, are we? |
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And it's always such an effort to believe |
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In what you want to be, |
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Believe in what you want to be. |
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I take a leather pouch when I go out, |
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There's no money in it. |
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But boredom hits the most when it counts, |
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I've had my limit. |
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Well we will rise again, |
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And boredom ain't my friend. |
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Don't turn your back. Don't you be no slack jack. Don't turn your back. |
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[x2] |
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So we're slaves of destiny now, are we? |
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That's why it's gonna be such an effort to see, |
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That in a young country, |
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We're free to be what we want to be, |
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Gotta ditch the distractions, ditch the distractions, |
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To create a reaction, create a reaction, |
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Create a reaction. |
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Don't turn your back. Don't you be no slack jack. Don't turn your back. |
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[x4] |
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So we're slaves of destiny now, are we? |
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And it's always such an effort to believe |
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In what you want to be, |
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Believe in what you want to be' |
