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This song is a fuckabout |
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Not one to write home about |
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And I guess if you're in any doubt |
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That I'm a fuckabout |
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Then I'll hear you out |
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I live in a paradise |
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It's not home, but I guess it's alright |
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And you live on the second floor |
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Sleep in the corridor |
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What are you living for? |
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[chorus] |
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When words get stuck in your throat |
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And all you wanna do is choke |
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On the lies that you've been fed |
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When you are down in the dumps |
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And you're kicking at the walls |
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'Cause you don't know what you've said |
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When I put the kettle on |
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You put heavy metal on |
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I won't say a word, until I go |
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Then you say |
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What do I know anyway? |
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And I waste, every single day |
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Staring into the middle space |
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And you know that I'm a fuckabout |
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What can we talk about anyhow? |
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[chorus] |
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[instrumental] |
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[chorus] |
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I don't give a fuck |
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About people in love |
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They don't piss me off |
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They just make me give up |