| Here today
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| Gone this afternoon
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| Another tune we almost remember
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| What’s the story
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| Sex and drugs again
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| Business as usual
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| The clock’s already ticking
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| La la la la
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| When he was young
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| Staring at the TV
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| He watched the fun happenin' to other people
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| Now they scream
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| As they run after him
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| Like a dream
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| Like Elvis and the Beatles
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| A three minute song is all he wrote
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| He only did it for a joke
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| They played him on the radio
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| From Tokyo to Timbuktu
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| A three minute boy, ain’t that somethin'
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| They named their children after him
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| The good times rolled beneath his feet
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| He skipped along the one-way street
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| She’s a pretty girl
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| She don’t know how it started
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| She made a movie
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| He almost remembered
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| She measured up
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| They moved into a basement
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| «We're so in love!»
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| They giggled to the nation
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| La la la la
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| Three minute millionaire they said
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| The numbers rattled round his head
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| They spun him three times round the globe
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| She waited patiently at home
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| And all the pretty girls wanted him
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| In places that he’d never been
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| Too much love will do you in
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| Forgive Forgive Forgive Forgive
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| Yeah Yeah Ooo
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| Three minute kid is here again
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| Surrounded by three minute friends
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| He found someone to understand
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| To shock the world and hold his hand
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| No religion, no restraint
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| No direction, no complaints
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| No future and no way out
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| No time now to think about it
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| All the money’s gone
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| He don’t know what he spent it on
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| Girlfriends gone off with the Jag
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| Gone back to her mum and dad
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| He’s curled up on the studio floor
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| He just can’t do it anymore
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| The flashgun went off without warning
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| He’ll read about it tomorrow morning
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| She’s goin' out with someone new
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| In this week at number two
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| Three minute boy ain’t that somethin' |