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Sebastian you're in a mess |
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You had a dream, they called you king |
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Of all the hipsters, is it true? |
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Or are you still the queen? |
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Like getting blood out of a stone |
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The city left you all alone |
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You came to dance, but there's no poignancy |
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When they all leave you standing alone |
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The wider issues of the day |
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Don't interest you, you'll have to pay |
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For looking at the floor |
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When people talk to you |
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You wrote a book about yourself |
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The people left it on the shelf |
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You'll write another one |
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Now you've got a story that's worth talking about |
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Are you happy with yourself? |
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Are you talking to yourself? |
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Are you happy with yourself? |
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Put the book back on the shelf |
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I know the company you keep |
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You're on the sofa hidden deep |
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While on the telly Sid James speaks |
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To you like God |
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You're always looking for a sign |
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But boy you blow it every time |
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You hear a voice begin to speak |
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You ignore it and go softly to sleep |
