My head is like an unblocked drain
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My head is full of brains
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My instincts are to kiss this train
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I hear it coming
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You're conscience says "mind how you go"
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Your ulcer still says no
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Your morals ebb
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Your morals flow
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Your mouth is running
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The normal rules do not apply
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And mine is not to reason why
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Gone, gone, gone
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My arms are like two shipyard cranes
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That may not work again
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My fortunes wax
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My fortunes wane
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My senses sunder
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A cup would cheer
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The cheerless heart
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The path I dare not chart
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I look askance, not quite the part
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Someone has blundered
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The normal rules do not apply
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And mine is not to reason why
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Gone, gone, gone
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To all this scoundrel scheme of things
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To all the pain it brings
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To all those who pull the strings
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I said good riddance
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So pass the time to coin a phrase
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I'll mint a million ways
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To counterfeit my salad days
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And split the difference
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The normal rules do not apply
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And mine is not to reason why
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The normal rules do not apply
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And mine is not to reason why
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Gone, gone, gone
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Gone, Gone, Gone
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| Echo & The Bunnymen |
