Hey, hey this is everything today
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You've got nothing to complain about
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You've got nothing to say
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So this had better be good, or you'd better be quiet.
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Yeah
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Cause baby, I'm not standing in your way
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We could paint this city red
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Or we could drown it out in gray
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If Friday night is a bust, Saturday is a riot
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Yeah
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Oh Emily, oh, I love you for your apathy
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How you sell it in your diary
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It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery
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Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy
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And you think you've got it worse than me
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But you'll see that you can't live if your life's tragedy
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Hey, hey girl you're driving me insane
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You're obnoxious when they're pretty
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You're ecstatic when they're plain
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But this is my design, this is my roller coaster
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Yeah
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And you said I won't be happy 'til I'm dead
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But I told you once before
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and girl I meant it when I said
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I don't wanna be close, I just wanna be closer
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Yeah
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Oh Emily, oh, I love you for your apathy
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How you sell it in your diary
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It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery
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Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy
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And you think you've got it worse than me
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But you'll see that you can't live if your life's tragedy
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All alone and very ordinary (so very)
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When your duress is now your sanctuary
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(you've got it all wrong)
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You've got it wrong
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But I've never been the type to walk away so fast
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Cause there's no way out until I shout
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Oh Emily, I only love you for your apathy
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How you sell it in your diary
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It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery
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Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy
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And you think you've got it worse than me
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But you'll see that you can't live if your life's tragedy
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Saturday Nite Riot
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| The Pink Spiders |
