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Away with the lights |
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and down |
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with every last remaining |
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conversational height |
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are we out of sight? |
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I'm not about to let this |
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keep me up in the night |
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Oh we happy few |
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We condescending |
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Congregating |
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Party of fools |
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Any words |
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Will do |
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A streaking and a stocking |
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In a room with a view |
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And I've done |
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I've done what I could |
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To black-and-whiten down technicolorhood |
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But I know, I got to be good |
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If I wanna catch the break that |
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I know I should |
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Yes I should, yes I should |
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Have run away while I could |
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Four years and a week |
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To complete |
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What Damon or Gonzales |
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Would have done in a day |
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Here's to our defeat |
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We'll sugarcoat it all to cut the meaning away |
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This is all so well |
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As long as we get all the leeway needed to think |
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We are hooks and cowbells |
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I hope this ends up in a Kenzo advertisement |
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And I've done |
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I've done what I could |
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To black-and-whiten down technicolorhood |
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But I know, I got to be good |
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If I wanna catch the break that |
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I know I should |
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Yes I should, yes I should |
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Have run away while I could |
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I got nothing to say |
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I got nothing new |
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Not a thing to convey |
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To you |
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I got no love to give |
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And no message at all |
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You won't learn anything |
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From this song |
