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Out to lunch, speak your piece, |
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Good and drunk, back on the street, |
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What you see is what you get, |
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No matter what you say, |
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No time for anything, |
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To take the pain away, |
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You sure ain't the chosen few, |
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I know you've turned a trick or two, |
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You pulled the deuce this time, |
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Another Perfect |
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Day. Golden boy, take your chance, |
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You're a clockwork toy, you're a dime a dance, |
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The truth is only black and white, |
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No shade of grey, |
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It's easy answers babe, |
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There is the hell to pay, |
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You know it's just the same for you, |
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Ain't nothing you can do, |
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No chance to change it now, |
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Another Perfect |
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Day. Total war, blow your stack, |
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Say no more, you know you can't go back, |
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You're acting dumb babe, you don't know, |
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The places you can go, |
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You know you tell the truth, |
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In a different way, |
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No court of law would find for you, |
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No matter what you do, |
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Could be the perfect crime, |
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Another Perfect |
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Day. |