I'm turning the lights down low
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Ready to make my move
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Get you tickets to what you need
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I'm treading the borderlines
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And ruining people's lives by giving them what they need
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You're quite right to ask what's wrong with me
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You want to take a look at my head
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Even I've been thinking what's wrong with me
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I watch the news instead
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I'm turning Madonna down
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I'm calling it my best move
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I'll get her tickets to what she needs
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I'm hugging my eiderdown
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Employing a microscope
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To find you the things you need
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Now I'm ready to tell you what's wrong with me
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I'm feeling the emptiness rise
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And I'd trade the whole thing quite gladly
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For something of similar size
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Shape, colour, weight, change your shirt, don't be late.
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I'm turning the lights down low
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Ready to make my move
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Get you tickets to what you need
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What's wrong with me, What's wrong with me?
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What's wrong with me, What's wrong with me?
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Tickets To What You Need
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| Badly Drawn Boy |
