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Mason-Thomas |
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Lying here beside myself with joy |
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I am too much for my mirror |
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Mama said she wished me dead |
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Called me bad, too bad... |
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I fell in love as a boy |
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Opened my eyes and saw my shadow |
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With eyebrows raised, they searched my face |
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And found my mate, too late... |
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Chorus |
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Don't need no audience round me I'm fond of my own company |
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Who wants the birds and the bees when I've always got me up my sleeve. |
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Who said that no mans an island surrounded by nothing but sea I |
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I tell you he's wrong and misguided I stand here surrounded by me. |
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(Breaking up the mirror, you're a sinner, you're a sinner |
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...Breaking up the mirror; you're a sinner you're a |
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sinner. . .) |
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"Come down to earth" They called up to me |
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"We have a bed to ease your journey, crazy fools are born to bruise, |
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But we've the cure for both of you. |
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Don't need no audience round me I'm fond of my own company |
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Who wants the birds and the bees when I've always got |
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me up my sleeve (etc) |
