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Atop a cross bar, |
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I saw the golden age arrive, |
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I made it this far, |
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And nothings justified the hype. |
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(Ha ha ha) |
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It's a myth the good will out, |
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A myth that's talked about, |
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By men who seldom take a bath, |
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It's a myth that light prevails, |
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A myth that never fails to raise a laugh. |
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(Ha ha ha) |
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I'm sick and I wanna get well again, |
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I'm a bug, I'm a bird, I'm an aeroplane, |
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I'm adrift, I'm my own worst enemy, |
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I'm sick and I wanna get well, |
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I'm sick and I wanna get well again, |
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I'm adrift, yes I'm going straight to hell. |
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(Hey hey hey) |
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And I queue in A&E, |
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And I spew in casualty, |
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And I'm trying to remember where you are, |
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And unless I'm very much mistaken, |
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This is where the trouble starts. |
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(Ha ha ha) |
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I'm sick and I wanna get well again, |
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I'm a bug, I'm a bird, I'm an aeroplane, |
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I'm adrift, I'm my own worst enemy, |
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I'm sick and I wanna get well, |
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I'm sick and I wanna get well again, |
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I'm adrift, yes I'm going straight to hell. |
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(Hey hey hey) |
