| Why can’t you realise, just get more paralysed
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| Then get the rabble round and shoot the arrows out
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| Go write a new song (you're so discerning)
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| Fall out of my tongue (it's quite determined)
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| Don’t think of stopping when you see a stop sign
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| Just keep on playing the groovy records 'til the morning
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| Disjoint the pint, just shut the point
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| Tough break, man, it’s not enough
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| Completely tough, fucking enough
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| You mind me standing here, talk through your adenoids
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| They’re sharpening their knives, a pull before you rise
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| I wrote a new song (while I was touring)
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| Man, it was no fun (totally boring)
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| Don’t think of singing til you see the white eye
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| Turn up the fuzz and dull your senses 'til the morning
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| Why can’t you realise, just get more paralysed
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| I’m feeling pretty much back where I started
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| And it’s quite concerning me
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| Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
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| Giving you continual advice until the morning
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| Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
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| Giving you continual advice until the morning
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| Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
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| Giving you continual advice until the morning
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| Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
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| Giving you continual advice until the morning
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| Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
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| Giving you continual advice until the morning
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| Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
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| Just push it to the back of my mind
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| Just push it to the back of my mind
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| Just push it to the back of my mind
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| Extend to the back of my mind
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| Extend to the back of my mind
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| Extend to the back of my mind
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| Extend to the back of my mind
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| Extend to the back of my mind |