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I lost my phone |
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I forgot the way home |
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I waited and I got stupid |
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I'm fat with the drink |
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And my mind on the brink |
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I turn on the same spot |
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Till the page wore through |
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Year on, year on, year on, year of you |
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Year on, year on, year on, year of you |
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Two heads on the block |
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And umbilicus knot |
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Whatever you do just look busy |
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His golden locks won't float |
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And they're going to sink your boat |
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With the weight of his misery |
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I turn on the same spot |
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Till the page wore through |
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Year on, year on, year on, year of you |
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Year on, year on, year on, year of you |
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Dug in, dug out, upon enemy lines |
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The cat got the cream, but the imperative's all mine |
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Dug in, dug out, I got a terrible thirst |
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Don't care if you win, just as long as I'm first |
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I turn on the same spot |
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Year on, year on, year on, year of you |
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Year on, year on, year on, year of you |
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Year on, year on, year on, year of you |
