| Hey!
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| I don’t really know what is where anymore, love and war left me at the fair,
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| at the morgue
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| A turn style spinning me around like a record in a raffle
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| As the 'fetti rains down on the crown and jewels, a heavy and a hammer is a low
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| key tool
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| There’s a golden rule to ridicule anyone who can whistle
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| Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides
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| So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise
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| She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on
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| the floor
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| When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying
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| And I don’t know who’s left or what’s right
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| And I don’t know if I’d make a difference. |
| (You never changed a thing)
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| These days I’m a serviette on a coffee table, with the shakers
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| So when its ha, ha, ha, ha, hard, you’re never gonna change a thing
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| And when its ba, ba, ba, ba, bad, the black sheep ain’t rolling over
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| Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides
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| So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise
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| She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on
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| the floor
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| When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying
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| You make it seem besides the point
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| Well if nobody knows, it’s out of my hands
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| Where we are (So fair who we are)
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| Off the top off my head (Off the top of my head)
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| Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides
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| So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise
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| She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on
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| the floor
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| When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying
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| Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides
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| So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise
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| She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on
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| the floor
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| When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying
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| When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying |