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Sunday morning going slow |
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I'm talking to the radio |
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Clothes and records on the floor |
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The memories of the night before |
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Out in club land having fun |
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And now I'm hiding from the sun |
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Waiting for a visitor |
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Though no-one knows |
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I'm here for sure |
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Dancing laughing |
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Drinking loving |
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And now I'm all alone |
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In bedsit land |
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My only home |
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I think it's time to cook a meal |
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To fill the emptiness |
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I feel Spend my money going out |
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I've nothing in |
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I'm left without |
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Clean my teeth and comb my hair |
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And look for something new to wear |
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And start the night life over again |
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Kid myself |
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I'm having fun |
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I look out from my window view |
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There's really nothing else to do |
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Read a book maybe write a letter |
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Mother thinks |
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I'm getting better |
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Watch the mirror count the lines |
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The battle scars of all the good times |
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Look around and |
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I can see |
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A thousand people just like me |
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Dancing laughing |
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Drinking loving |
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And now I'm all alone |
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In bedsit land |
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My only home (x2) |
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Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving |
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I'm waiting for something |
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I'm only passing time |
