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You've been caught in the middle of a wedding crash |
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We are lost in a ritual of all the late greats of jazz |
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All we need is a wrecking ball with shredded glass |
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To strafe slowly round my shoulders |
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No, I never get tired of red |
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Ooh ooh ooh |
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Ooh ooh ooh |
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Ooh ooh ooh |
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I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes |
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We all know when enough is enough, do you? |
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Can we switch this all off and disregard it? |
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'Cause of all of our religions and our faraway dreams |
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We are caught in the middle of a dreaded farce |
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Running in circles, pushing squares, got my triangle close to my heart |
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All we need is a wrecking ball with shredded glass |
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To strafe slowly round my shoulders |
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No, I never get tired of red |
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Ooh ooh ooh |
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Ooh ooh ooh |
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Ooh ooh ooh |
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Ooh ooh ooh |
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I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes |
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We all know when enough is enough, do you? |
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Can we switch this all off and disregard it? |
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'Cause of all of our religions and our faraway dreams |
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I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes |
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We all know when enough is enough, do you? |
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Can we switch this all off and disregard it? |
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'Cause of all of our religions and our faraway dreams |
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All of our religions in our faraway dreams... |
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I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes |
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We all know when enough is enough, do you? |
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Can we switch this all off and disregard it? |
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'Cause of all of our religions and our faraway dreams |
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I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes |
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We all know when enough is enough, do you? |
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Can we switch this all off and disregard it? |
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'Cause of all of our religions and dreams |
