| Tormented to destruction by your own success
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| Compounded when you realise your shallowness
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| You couldn’t get arrested everything’s a mess
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| A curious situation that needs some redress
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| There’s no crime in being a trier
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| There’s no crime in being too small
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| I don’t wanna wee in your fire
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| There’s no crime in being at all
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| There’s no sense in being a liar
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| It’s time that you fell on your sword
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| Come on baby, do it in the oven
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| It’s time to turn the gas on
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| Come on baby, throw your body over
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| Count up to three and then jump
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| You blew it, you knew it
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| The bubble has burst
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| There ain’t nobody left to put the blame on
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| Come on baby throw the number seven
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| I wanna get back home
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| I wanna climb out of the mire
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| I wanna come in from the storm
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| I don’t wanna be a livewire
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| I don’t wanna be here at all
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| There’s no sense in being a liar
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| The fact is i’m totally bored
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| Come on baby, do it in the oven
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| It’s time to turn the gas on
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| Come on baby, throw your body over
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| Count up to three and then jump
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| You blew it, you knew it
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| The bubble has burst
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| There ain’t nobody left to put the blame on
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| Come on baby throw the number seven
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| I wanna get back home
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| When your body hits the floor
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| All that pain will be no more
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| Complete the circle left undone
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| By looking after number one
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| See the role that you fulfil
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| Spoilt child of overkill
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| How could you have had so much
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| And not recognise the blessing
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| How sweet to be
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| With peace of mind
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| Don’t you see
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| I’m begging you please |