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I walk around, and I flop around |
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Well I need something, that will be found |
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More venom's, more dynamite, more disaster |
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And I need more than I ever did before |
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But everything is going up in price |
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My life is going alright up till now |
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Even so there's something missing |
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More truth, more intelligence |
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More future, more laugh, more culture |
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Don't forget adrenaline, more freedom |
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And I need more than an ordinary grind |
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And the more I think the more I need |
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More clouds, I'll take more money |
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More champagne, I can't forget my brain |
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More floor's, more door's, more mustard |
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Pickle and relish |
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And I need more than an ordinary grind |
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Everybody ought to love his job |
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And live his life and keep his pride |
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Imperturbably happy with the one you love |
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With an exciting future on the fat of the land |
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And I need more than an ordinary grind |
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And the more I think the more I need |
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My life is going' alright up till now |
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Even so it's not enough for me |
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And I need more |
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And I need more |
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And I need more |
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Than I ever did before |
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I need to lead a dissipate existence |
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And play scratchy records and enjoy my decline |
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With more divorce |
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More distance |
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More future, more culture |
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More |