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Everybody in the funhouse |
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Says they want out |
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But we're taking our time' |
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Cos we're in love with time |
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Whole generations, thinkin' of themselves |
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As infidels and pop stars |
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While the bomb loses patience |
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We line up and just lean against the bar |
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Stone cold sober |
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Looking for bottles of love |
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Stone cold sober |
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Looking for bottles of love |
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Caught in the headlights |
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Wide-eyed and ready to receive |
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We are the dead life |
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Locked in dogfights, lost in disbelief |
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And these dark days |
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Make the nights seem brighter than they are |
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So, while |
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Fleet street rolls and the moon glows |
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In the funhouse, the fun starts |
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Stone cold sober |
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Looking for bottles of love |
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We're stone cold sober |
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Looking for bottles of love, love, love |
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We are the dead life, we are the dead life |
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So come on, come on |
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Born in the half-light of threats and bribes |
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In a hopeless porn parade |
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We get the dog's life, tidbits train us |
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What to wear, what not to say |
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When you're footloose and you just feel limbless |
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Life gets in the way |
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So, we get loaded or totally legless |
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But stay the same |
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Stone cold sober |
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Looking for bottles of love |
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We're stone cold sober |
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Looking for bottles of love, love |
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We're stone cold sober |
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Looking for bottles of love |
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We're stone cold sober |
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Looking, looking |
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So come on, come on |
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We are the dead life, we are the dead life |
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We are the dead life, we are the dead life |
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We are the dead life, we are the dead life |
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We are the dead life, we are the dead life |
