I found me a pulse
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I found me a pulse
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And I came to the
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Screaming city baby
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I found me a pulse...
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I bought me some clothes
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I bought me some clothes
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And I played in the
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Screaming city baby
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I got given clothe...
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We're village idiots
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And words tie us up in knots
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But it's OK...
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I lost me some clothes
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And my GP upped my dose
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I crave acclaim not your
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Simpering pity maybe
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I won't give up the ghost...
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I'll be the hostess with the most
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And I won't give up my post
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I'll come alive in the
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Screaming city baby
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And I won't give up the ghost...
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But we're village idiots
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And the party never stops
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But it's OK...
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Cos' to struggle
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Would be meaningless
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We are what we are
|
Everyone of us...
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You love those disco thrills
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Oh you love those disco thrills
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Oh you really take
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The biscuit baby
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You love those disco thrills...
|
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But we're village idiots
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And the party never stops
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But it's OK...
|
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Cos' to struggle
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Would be meaningless
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We are what we are
|
Everyone of us...
|
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But it's OK
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But it's all right
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But it's OK...
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Village Idiot
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| Catatonia |
