Money doesn't matter
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when she's sleeping like a log
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the only thing that matters is herself
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Then she hears the pitter patter
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Of footsteps in the hall
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Hazy memories reveal themselves
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In a foreign bed she lifts her head
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she did it again
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she did it again
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So you've been getting around
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And your forgetting again
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It's too late to stop
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(Yeah) (Yeah) your gonna do it again (Yeah)
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So you've been getting around
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And your forgetting again
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It's too late to stop
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(Yeah) (Yeah) your gonna do it again (Yeah)
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Driving home from Sydney,
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Has never been so hard
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A double-dyed delinquent she's become
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Her friends all say shes crazy
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and she doesn't trust her mum
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The only thing that matters is herself
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In a foreign bed she lifts her head
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she did it again
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Not again
|
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So you've been getting around
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And your forgetting again
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It's too late to stop
|
(Yeah) (Yeah) your gonna do it again (Yeah)
|
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So you've been getting around
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And your forgetting again
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It's too late to stop
|
(Yeah) (Yeah) your gonna do it again (Yeah)
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Its Friday night again
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The infidel seeks out her victim
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Cutting all the threads,
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Closer to conviction
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So you've been getting around
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And your forgetting again
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It's too late to stop
|
(Yeah) (Yeah) your gonna do it again (Yeah)
|
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So you've been getting around
|
And your forgetting again
|
And you've been getting around
|
And your forgetting again
|
And you've been getting around
|
And your forgetting again
|
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It's too late to stop
|
(Yeah) (Yeah) your gonna do it again (Yeah)
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Double Dyed
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