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You're just like plasticine |
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Being molded into a libertine dreamer |
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I feel so sorry for you if you were 13, I'd let you off |
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But you're not and you should have known better |
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Got all my thoughts on a notepad |
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With a parker pen and write you a letter |
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But there's not enough paper in the world |
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Theres not enough paper |
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Oh, have you heard all your friends go? |
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, oh |
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All the words they seem to know |
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All the words in your sons go |
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, oh |
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You got an okay jacket |
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But you've got no spine |
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Please vacate this city of mine |
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I only wish you had this song |
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To back up, you're talking so long |
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But we know that's not the case |
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Rather show your face |
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In an ancient bar that nobody goes in |
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Because they serve substandard gin |
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Nobody goes in there, did you win? |
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Did they ask though no one cares? |
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, oh |
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All the words they seem to know |
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All the words in your sons go |
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, oh |
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You got an okay jacket |
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But you've got no spine |
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Please vacate this city of mine |
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You're just like plasticine |
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Being molded into a libertine dreamer |
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I feel so sorry for you if you were 13, I would let you off |
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But your not and you should have known better |
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Got all my thoughts on a notepad |
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With a parker pen and write you a letter but |
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There's not enough paper in the world |
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There's not enough paper in |
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Oh, have you heard your friends they go? |
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, oh |
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, oh |
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, oh |
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Da, da, da, da, da, da, oh |
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You got an okay jacket |
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But you've got no spine |
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Please vacate this city of mine |
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You got an okay jacket |
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But you've got no spine |
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Please vacate this city of mine |