You've got to come into my kitchen for a crime
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You've got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite
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I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself
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Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic health
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Made of paper and glue
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You're a Rubik's cube
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You can buy it in cans, tin cans
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You were always the first
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But I think you've got your hands reversed
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Hands reversed
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Hands reversed
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And cool for sure
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Watching your weekends and your holidays combine
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Trying to color in between the dotted lines
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Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand
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But when you feel like you're a million then I feel like I'm a grand
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Made of paper and glue
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You're a Rubik's cube
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You can buy it in cans (tin cans)
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You were always the first
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But I think you've got your hands reversed
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Hands reversed
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Hands reversed
|
And cool for sure
|
|
Made of paper and glue
|
You're a Rubik's cube
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You can buy it in cans (tin cans)
|
You were always the first
|
But I think you've got your hands reversed
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Hands reversed
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Hands reversed
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And cool for sure
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Hands Reversed
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| Tokyo Police Club |
