She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor
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But now she's always wasted
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A total looker, but she's jaded
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The kind of shivering wreck that I adore
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I can't offer you a rescue
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I can tell you what I'd do
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I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
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And tell my father that I need him back again
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And if these words wont drop from your lips
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I will be your freudian slip
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And flowers might wilt when we walk past
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And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
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Only finding questions in answers
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You and I are just walking disasters
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You and I are just walking disasters
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You and I are just walking disasters
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She only finds her love in a downtown score
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Consumption makes her stronger
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She's the sweetest anaconda
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The kind of lack of respect that I adore
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I cant offer you a recuse
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But when you've lost all that you have left to lose
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I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
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And tell my father that I need him back again
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And if these words won't drop from your lips
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I will be your freudian slip
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As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel
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You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill
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And what we'll never want, we'll always need
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Right now we need some pop psychology
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To keep us up-beat
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So tell your mother thatyou love her dearly
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And tell your father your won't lock him out again
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And if these words wont drop from your lips
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I will be your freudian slip
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And flowers might wilt when we walk past
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And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
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Only finding questions in answers
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You and I are just walking disasters
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You and I are just walking disasters
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You and I are just walking disasters
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Walking Disasters
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| The Wombats |
