I took off my clothes
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She took off hers too
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With no fanfares
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And no hallelujahs
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Throughout the night
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I would grind away the truth
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That there's nothing sadder
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Than sad, sad sex
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And the bad, bad news
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Is that I gave in
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To the ugly hand
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That first led me away from you
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The fun stuff
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Is not so fun without you
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So I drink until
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I fill my brim
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But there's nothing
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Fills me up the same
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As a tiny word
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Broadcast across the sea
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And should I go out
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To dance tonight?
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Well my two left feet
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Need your two right
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Or I'll spin around
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In circles endlessly
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The fun stuff
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Is not so fun without you
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Well the city was born
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Bright blue today
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And I whistled through
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The sunlit streets
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And my empty hand
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Felt cold and unused
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And I'm quite all right
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I get by just fine
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I'm not depressed
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Not most of the time
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It's just the fun stuff
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Is much less fun without you
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The fun stuff
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Is much less fun without you
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Fun Stuff
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Frightened Rabbit |