Hey (hey hey)
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Tell me your weakness
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Oh I keep it a secret.
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Oh come on just one vice
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Okay, it's vodka on ice.
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But then there's women on bikes,
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Or just the women who straddle.
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Oh now you are a handfull.
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I forgot about handfulls.
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Tell me your fears.
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Okay, it's everyone here.
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You mean just all of the people?
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Yeah, and all of their peers,
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And all of their pets, and their chandeliers,
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And their cigarettes,
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I haven't smoked in years!
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[Chorus: (x2)]
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I can hardly stand the sight. (Of it all.)
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I can hardly stand the sound. (Of it all.)
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I can hardly stand the taste. (Of it all.)
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I can hardly stand the smell. (Of it all.)
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Talk about space.
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Well it's a beautiful place!
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But it's so damn cold!
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Just for the human race,
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But for the planets and the stars,
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And everything else and Mars.
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It's like paradise,
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Spread out with a butter knife.
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[Chorus x2]
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I can hardly stand, I can hardly stand!
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Everyone's fucked and they don't even know.
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Everyone's fucked and they don't even know.
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[Chorus]
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I can hardly stand, I can hardly stand!
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Everybody's fucked and they don't even know.
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Everybody's fucked and they don't even know.
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The Stand
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| Mother Mother |
