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Think me and you could maybe use a lost weekend |
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I've been losing all my friends |
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I wave another empty bottle in your face, |
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Like I'm hitting it hard |
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But it's just pretend'cos you know |
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I'm notI wouldn't know where to start |
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I've been there before |
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I went and got lost, |
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Always the back end of this pantomime horse |
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All we seem to do these days is wave our arms and yell |
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Other people are hell |
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And what's that song you're singing, everybody hurts? |
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And everybody lies, |
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Don't wanna remember, too many regrets |
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And no cigarettes'cos |
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I'm not a smoker, |
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But I said |
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I wasAnd the elevator stuck between the floors |
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Is getting to me |
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Don't let him forsake you |
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Wrack him up and knock him down again |
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You're changing direction |
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I won't know where |
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I wasThe back end of the pantomime horse |
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Is getting to me |
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Maestro, a drum roll please |
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This is the golden age |
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Staring down the corners of the room |
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Another nowhere town |
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When everything |
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I sing is in a minor key |
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I have to write it down, |
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Or I won't remember |
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Then I'll get it wrong |
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This isn't the song, |
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I'm thinking |
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I'm not the singer |
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That I thought |
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I wasIn the solitude before the applause |
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Is getting to me |
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Maestro a drum roll please |
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This is the golden age |
