| You are obscene
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| But I’m not your love machine
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| Turn it off, turn it on
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| Now you’re here, now you’re gone
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| You haven’t changed
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| Oh I bet this was all arranged
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| And much as I’d like to watch the show
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| Something inside tells me to go
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| Love machine
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| I’m not your love machine
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| I’m not your love machine
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| I’m not your love machine
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| You walked out the door
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| You knew what you were looking for
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| But that’s just you, always the same
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| Somehow I knew I’d get the blame
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| Because I was your tool
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| Well didn’t you need a lovesick fool?
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| Then I turn round and you were gone
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| I bet you’ve found another one
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| Oh, so?
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| You made your mind up weeks ago
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| And now there’s someone else that you don’t know
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| You don’t give up
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| But we won’t be making up
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| Once I would’ve had you back
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| You really should’ve thought of that
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| Because it’s not just the same
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| Well now it’s a different game
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| You’re home again, you’ve had a row
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| But that was then and this is now
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| Oh, so?
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| You made your mind up weeks ago
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| And now there’s someone else that you don’t know
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| Oh, so?
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| It wasn’t me who said they had to go
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| And now there’s someone else that you don’t know |