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Press Darlings
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We are guilty,
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We are beyond hope
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We beg to differ
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We are a terminal case
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Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
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Press darlings, press darlings
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We depress the press darlings
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We're on the outside
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But we're not looking in
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We are the vaseline gang
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We don't play your little games
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Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
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Press darlings, press darlings
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We depress the press darlings
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And if evil be the food of genius
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There aren't many demons around
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If passion ends in fashion
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Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in town
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Are we different? - no
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We are exactly the same
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There are no boxes for us
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The ones you love to hate - so read on!
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Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
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Press darlings, press darlings
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We depress the press darlings
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And if evil be the food of genius
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There aren't many demons around
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If passion ends in fashion
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Bushell is the best-dressed man in town
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(you can say that again, the scruffy sod!)
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Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
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Press darlings, press darlings
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We depress -
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Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
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Press darlings, press darlings
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We are the press darlings
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The press darlings
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The press darlings
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The press darlings
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(AND they tell fibs!)
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Press Darlings
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| Adam and the Ants |
