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I'm in a mess, I can't help it |
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I just go round and round |
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I'm paranoid, I'm selfish |
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Push me, I clam up, I'm shellfish |
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We had a dream, I shelved it |
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That eats me up, that's Elvis |
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Las Vegas era |
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I'm half bag lady, half Bagheera |
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I got my hand on my heart |
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But my heart's in the gutter |
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Talking to itself, starting to flutter |
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When it thinks about yours |
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Barking at mutts like a nutter |
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Trying to start wars on the bus |
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Dumb chunk of muscle with its claws out |
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Throwing its oars out the dinghy in the middle of a gale |
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Making whirlpools the way I chase my tail |
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I go round in circles |
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Not graceful, not like dancers |
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Not neatly, not like compass and pencil |
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More like a dog on a lead, going mental |
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I go round in circles |
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Not graceful, not like dancers |
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Not neatly, not like compass and pencil |
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More like a dog on a lead, going mental |
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I'm in a corner saying nothing |
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Sitting in a pub with my eyes closed |
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Swaying to a power ballad |
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Shredding tears at the high notes |
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My hands are frozen, I forgot my gloves |
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My heart is broken, I don't want no love |
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Love just rots your guts |
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If you're the type to feel what you touch |
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No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup |
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My heart is open, all I want is love |
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Love will prop you up |
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If you're the type to feel what you touch |
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No wait, my hands are frozen, I ain't got no gloves |
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My heart is broken, I don't want no love |
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Love will rot your guts |
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If you're the type to feel what you touch |
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No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup |
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My heart is open, all I want is love |
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Love will prop you up |
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If you're the type to feel what you touch |
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I go round in circles |
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Not graceful, not like dancers |
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Not neatly, not like compass and pencil |
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More like a dog on a lead, going mental |
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I go round in circles |
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Not graceful, not like dancers |
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Not neatly, not like compass and pencil |
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More like a dog on a lead, going mental |
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I go round, elliptical |
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Watch me orbit this |
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I keep repeating myself |
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There must be more than this |
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I don't know why I can't change |
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There ain't no groundhogs here |
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There's just me in my garden |
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Howling at the moon when it's round and clear |
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Kick a fag box and you might find it's got some in it |
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I love that |
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Just when I think something's ending |
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The beginning comes back |
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Get away with a child travelcard on the bus |
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I love that |
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Just when I think something's ending |
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The beginning comes back |
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See something great |
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Happen to a mate |
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I love that |
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Just when I think something's ending |
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The beginning comes back |
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Get a kiss when you feel like shit |
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That's so good, I love that |
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Just when I think something's ending |
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The beginning comes back |
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More like a dog on a lead |
