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I don't have the time of day |
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I don't know what day I is |
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Someone's falling on my head |
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Get up-get up |
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We're going out on the raz |
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Razzle dazzle |
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Call it what you want |
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To me it don't matter |
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It's where I belong |
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It's a matter of distinction |
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A real fine line |
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Between an orgy of destruction |
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And a wonderful time |
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This room's so cold and bare |
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There's nothing here for me |
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I've got to find some heat somewhere |
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Get up-get up |
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We're going out on the raz |
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Razzle dazzle |
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Call it what you want |
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It really doesn't matter |
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When I'm bangin' on a gong |
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While someone's holding out |
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To a willing congregation |
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And we can all forget about |
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The state of the nation |
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Can't hear a thing |
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But I see your lips are moving |
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I'm working on my thinking |
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And I think it's improving |
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I'm going to get the blame |
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So I might as well deliver |
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If only I can swim across |
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This weird human river |
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I know I started out |
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With the best of intentions |
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Some blinding inspiration |
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And a few not-to-mention |
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And now I'm looking deep |
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Into the last dying embers |
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Shouting what are we doing here |
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And nobody remembers |
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I've lost a friend or two |
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I don't know where they have gone |
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Only one thing I can do |
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Get up-get up |
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I'm going out on the raz |
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Razzle dazzle |
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Call it what you want |
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To me it don't matter |
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It's where I belong |
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It's a matter of distinction |
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A real fine line |
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Between an orgy of destruction |
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And a wonderful time |
