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We're going down the tubes |
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To the underground |
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Look what we've gone and done |
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We're getting to the point |
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Where nothing seems to work anymore |
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If tolerace is dead |
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There'll be no rest for the living |
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Imagine no trouble |
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And a little respite |
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This boom box needs batteries |
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This boom box needs batteries |
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Lovers and dangerous love |
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Will find a way through everything |
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Sick at the thought of losing you |
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No one else in my room |
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Soft as the snow that comes |
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You move like electric window |
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We take love where it comes |
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To the world we run |
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She can't seem to find her feet |
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She can't seem to find her way up |
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Her face a thousand words |
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When all there is to say |
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Lord knows you need disciples |
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God knows you need friends |
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This boom box needs batteries |
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This boom box needs batteries |
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Lovers and dangerous love |
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Will find a way through everything |
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Sick at the thought of losing you |
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No one else in my room |
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Soft as the snow that comes |
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You move like electric window |
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We take love when it comes |
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To the world we run |
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Taken it back to you, taken it back |
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Taken it back to you, taken it back |
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Just trying to live |
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Just dying to give |
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And girl goes see that bridge |
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I'll meet you there |
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Could you meet me there, oh |
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I want my television |
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Comfort in a cathode ray |
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I want my television |
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Lovers and dangerous love |
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Will find a way through everything |
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Sick at the thought of losing you |
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No one else in my room |
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Soft as the snow that comes |
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You move like electric window |
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We take love when it comes |
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To the world we run |
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To the world we run |
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Lovers and dangerous love |
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Lovers and dangerous love |
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Lovers |
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Lovers |
