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Oh ee oh |
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Am I just about to lose my mind? |
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It was fun for five minutes |
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But I preferred it when I had less time |
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And I'm sick of sensation |
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It's a stroke of luck you can plug me in |
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If I stink of frustration |
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It's the perfume of excess I think |
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Oh ee oh |
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It was purple but the season's changed |
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Now the club is complacent |
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And the smiles have all been prearranged |
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Let's go out and get vacant! |
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In the complex crush of the fake and floored |
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But we think that we hate it |
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We hate it more when we just stay bored |
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We want to |
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I don't want to do any of this |
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Without you |
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Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh |
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We want to |
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I don't want to do any of this |
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Without you |
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Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh |
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Oh ee oh |
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My invented life of open doors |
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Every chain is gold plated |
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And the shamrock friends I can't afford |
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And I'm sick of sensation |
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It's a stroke of luck you can plug me in |
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If I stink of frustration |
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It's the perfume of excess I think |
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We want to |
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I don't want to do any of this |
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Without you |
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Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh |
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We want to |
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I don't want to do any of this |
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Without you |
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Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh |
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We want to |
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I don't want to do any of this |
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Without you |
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Ahhhhhhhh |
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We want to |
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I don't want to do any of this |
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Without you |
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Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh |
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We want to |
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I don't want to do any of this |
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Without you |
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Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh |
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We want to |
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We want to |
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I don't want to do any of this |
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Without you |
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Ahhhhhhhh |
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We want to |
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Ahhhhhhhh |
