Both born of lust and deceit
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We are lovers who will
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Never meet
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Once fate put us in the
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Same room
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When you knew not of me
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Nor I of you
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Something inside dies...
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And we don't stand
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Up to scrutiny
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But we spin by and by the by
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A great pain finds
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Numb haven, humdrum
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And we spin by and by the by
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Something inside dies...
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Me and my imaginary friend
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Have been going round
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The bend for some time now
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For some time now...
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And me and Timmy Turd
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Are having trouble being heard
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Through the background hum
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Above the background hum...
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And me and Barry C are
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Going down to Connah's Quay
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For all your Telecaster dreams
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A Telecaster is all you need...
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Me and my imaginary friend
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Have been going round the
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Bend for some time now
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For some time now...
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And me and Timmy Turd
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Are getting trouble being heard
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Through the background hum
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Above the background hum...
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And me and Barry C are
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Going down to Connah's Quay
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For all your Telecaster dreams
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A Telecaster is all you need...
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Something inside dies...
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Imaginary Friend
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Catatonia |