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When you explode into the room,all |
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I can smell is your perfume;and the cigarette jazzing up the atmosphere. |
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You think it's fine, |
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I know it's broke. |
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You think it's all some kind of joke,but how can |
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I laugh when |
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I'm locked up in here? |
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And it's a beautiful day outside. |
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And it's a beautiful day outside. |
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I press my nose against the glass, |
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I steam it up, but it don't last. |
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I am a man afterall and |
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I'm dying here. |
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I had it good, now |
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I get none. |
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I had all but those days are done. |
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Now I get to watch you run around down there. |
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And it's a beautiful day outside. |
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And it's a beautiful day outside. |
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There's all these girls outside wrapped up in winter clothes,my imagination grows, |
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I can't convince my eye to close. |
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You're on the town again and |
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I'm downing in your bed,you're perfume it's in my head, and it's driving me,driving me, driving me, driv-ing me. |
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And it's a beautiful day outside. |
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And it's a beautiful day outside. |
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And it's a beautiful day outside. |
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And it's a beautiful day outside. |
