I hate all my clothes
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They're all falling apart
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Does the colour of my shirt
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Match the colour of my heart?
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When was the last time
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You checked your machine?
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And I'm wondering, will you
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Ever get the message?
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Our stars say that we were never meant to be
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Maybe we shouldn't rely on magazine theory
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Try as you may
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Try as I might
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We squint our eyes under blue-red disco light
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I'm gonna buy some new clothes
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My room I'll rearrange
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But I'd have to be blind
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To see things haven't changed
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Like the boy and his bags
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By the side of the road
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All the time in the world
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But nowhere to go
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Magazine Theory
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| Darren Hanlon |
