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Ok, flattery will get you everywhere |
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We're bored and frankly we are tired of waiting |
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Might as well have used our talent for something |
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When that time comes, we'll fight bonfire crowds |
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Will he write your name with sparklers, |
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If he writes your name at all? |
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Oh, he'll spell your name right |
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Get off before the ship goes down |
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Get off before the ship sinks |
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Everyone shows their true forms at festivals |
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Get the bold and the bored and the loosely attached |
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Getting harder to play or playing harder to get or something |
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And now it's out, he's hanging in doubt |
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He almost looks guilty like you're checking him out |
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And I'll be standing on the barriers |
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Spitting into microphones to little effect |
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When that time comes, we'll fight bonfire crowds |
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Will he write your name with sparklers, |
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If he writes your name at all? |
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Oh, he'll spell your name right |
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Get off before the ship goes down |
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Get off before the ship sinks |
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Precious I may be, at least these memories I keep |
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You need your wine, you need your sleep |
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And hot the stock room sucks you in, I know |
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Was so perfectly played, wasted lifetimes in days |
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Where is the heaviness? I think I'm losing control, |
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Cheap blue kisses we stole, where is the heaviness? |
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Get out before the ship goes down |
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Get off before the ship sinks |
