She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head
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So when pretending ends she'll have scattered her friends
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And she¡¯ll find she¡¯ll wake up dead
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There¡¯s no card above receivers
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Still its all so remote
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Behind the bench at the rec
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Where she lost fifty notes
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(she says) ¡°I used to have a future
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But now I don¡¯t know
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Just dependence and repentance and a ready-brek glow¡±
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Just put your money in
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Bruised knees and battered shins
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You fucking love it
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You fucking love it
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Back on your feet again
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Out on the beat again
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You fucking love it
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Yeah yeah yeah
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Drunk as a skunk
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Lean as a dean
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Always the same
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Since she was thirteen
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You want it
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You lame duck
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You want it
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Youre out of luck
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You¡¯ve always been a seedy fuck
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So whats it gonna be?
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Just put your money in
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Bruised knees and battered shins
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You fucking love it
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You fucking love it
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Back on your feet again
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Out on the beat again
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You fucking love it
|
Yeah yeah yeah
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When you boil it down
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We descend from clowns to dogs
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Just put your money in
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Bruised knees and battered shins
|
You fucking love it
|
You fucking love it
|
Back on your feet again
|
Out on the beat again
|
You fucking love it
|
Yeah yeah yeah
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When you boil it down
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We descend from clowns to dogs
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You Fucking Love It
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| Dirty Pretty Things |
