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Both born of lust and deceit |
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We are lovers who will never meet |
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Once fate put us in the same room |
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When you knew not of me nor I of you |
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Something inside dies |
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And we don't stand up to scrutiny |
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But we spin by and by, the by |
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A great pain finds, numb haven, humdrum |
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And we spin by and by, the by |
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Something inside dies, something inside dies |
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Something inside dies |
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Me and my imaginary friend |
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Have been going round |
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The bend for some time now |
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For some time now |
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And me and Timmy Turd |
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Are having trouble being heard |
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Through the background hum |
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Above the background hum |
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And me and Barry C are |
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Going down to Connah's Quay |
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For all your telecaster dreams |
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A telecaster is all you need |
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Me and my imaginary friend |
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Have been going round the |
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Bend for some time now |
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For some time now |
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And me and Timmy Turd |
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Are getting trouble being heard |
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Through the background hum |
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Above the background hum |
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And me and Barry C we're |
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Going down to Connah's Quay |
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For all your telecaster dreams |
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A telecaster is all you need |
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Something inside dies |
