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Will you shut up, |
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I've got something to say, |
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But you just stand there laughing right in my face. |
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Don't waste my time, |
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And I won't waste yours, |
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But when you're eyes-deep slurring |
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You won't know whether to call, |
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'Cause you never gave much thought to me at all. |
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You're sleeping on a subway train |
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Speeding slowly away. |
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Your destination never came |
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Now there's nothing to pay. |
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A different side of your brain is speeding slowly away. |
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I've seen your face, |
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I know you're not for real. |
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Who'd have thought you'd be caught |
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Under the wheels? |
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You've been stubbed out, |
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Like, a cigarette. |
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You're in the gutter fluttering, |
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Spat out from the mouth |
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Of old barrels' dregs, no-one likes a bitter taste. |
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You're sleeping on a subway train |
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Speeding slowly away. |
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Your destination never came |
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Now there's nothing to pay. |
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A different side of your brain is speeding slowly away, |
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Slowly away. |
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You've woken on a derailed train, |
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Speeding slowly away. |
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Handcuffed to your bitter end, |
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There's always someone to pay, |
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Always turns out that way, |
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Speeding slowly away, |
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Slowly away, |
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Speeding slowly away, |
