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(kirsty maccoll) |
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Seven times in seven days |
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I've sat and wished my life away |
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I know the greyness comes and goes |
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But the sun don't shine |
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And the snow don't snow |
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There's suzy-ann with her tits and curls |
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Where mediocrity excels |
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For those vicious boys and their boring girls |
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You know it makes me sick but it's a bozo's world |
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Then there's always the cash |
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Selling yourself for some trash |
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Smiling at people that you cannot stand |
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You're in demand |
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Your fifteen minutes start now |
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City banker looks are in |
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The heartless heart, the chinless chin |
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And you'd spill your beans for just a pint of gin |
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How you got so holy |
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And became so thin |
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In sunday papers every week |
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The silly words you love to speak |
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The tacky photos and the phoney smiles |
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Well it's a bozo's world and you're a bozo's child |
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Then there's always the cash |
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Selling yourself for some trash |
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Smiling at people that you cannot stand |
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You're in demand |
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Your fifteen minutes start now |
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Then there's always the fame! |
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Autographs now and again |
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People who saw you on blankety blank |
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Or in the bank |
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Your fifteen minutes start now |
