It could be ten, but then again, I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four.
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Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me with my jaw on the floor.
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Just when you think that you're in control,
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just when you think that you've got a hold,
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just when you get on a roll,
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here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
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Oh, here it goes again.
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I should have known,
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should have known,
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should have known again,
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but here it goes again.
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Oh, here it goes again.
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It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of the reserve.
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Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the curb.
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I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.
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Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me, yeah, you leave me.
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[Chorus]
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Here It Goes Again
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