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On the day that your mentality |
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Decides to try to catch up with your biology |
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Come round ... |
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'Cause I want the one I can't have |
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And it's driving me mad |
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It's all over, all over, all over my face |
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On the day that your mentality |
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Catches up with your biology |
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I want the one I can't have |
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And it's driving me mad |
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It's all over, all over, all over my face |
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A double bed |
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And a stalwart lover for sure |
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These are the riches of the poor |
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A double bed |
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And a stalwart lover for sure |
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These are the riches of the poor |
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And I want the one I can't have |
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And it's driving me mad |
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It's all over, all over my face |
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A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails |
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Raised on Prisoner's Aid |
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He killed a policeman when he was |
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Thirteen |
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And somehow that really impressed |
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Me |
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And it's written all over my face |
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Oh, these are the riches of the poor |
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These are the riches of the poor |
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I want the one I can't have |
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And it's driving me mad |
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It's written all over my face |
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On the day that your mentality |
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Catches up with your biology |
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And if you ever need self-validation |
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Just meet me in the alley by the |
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Railway station |
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It's all over my face |
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Oh ... |
