But for the cum in your hair,
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The cocaine on your teeth
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You'd be just like the girls
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That I kissed on the heath
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Your mother left and you're all alone
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And the world is at your feet
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You smell like ash, mildew and hash
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Can barely even speak
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And it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me
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I followed your perfume as you ran down the street
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I caught you and held you and pushed back your fringe and swore undying loyalty
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We'll make a new art for the people,
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A new art for the people
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A new art for the people
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you and me.
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I followed you home
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Knocked at your door
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Offered myself in the kitchen
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Passed out on the floor
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And when you shout, I get terrified
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And then I love you more
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You sound middle class, but I'll let it pass,
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I don't understand you at all
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And it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me
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I swallowed my pride with a pill and decided to give you back your key
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You caught me and held me and I took your hand and swore undying loyalty
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We'll make a new art for the people,
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A new art for the people
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A new art for the people
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you and me.
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Under the covers forever
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Everything well within reach
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A small price to pay for our freedom
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And for our celebrity
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Such ornaments and gorgeous things
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Like string lights at the beach
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Intensive care and conditioned air
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And our faces on TV
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And it's so sad but they're so glad that you're so bad for me
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The dark days ahead and the blood on the bed and the cover of the NME
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They gave us a cheque and took us by our necks and swore undying loyalty
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We'll make a new art for the people,
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A new art for the people
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A new art for the people
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you and me.
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New Art for the People
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The Indelicates |