| A dog eared Dispirin in your handbag
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| A gathering of crumbs and twenty fags
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| I’d steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins
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| I’m sure you noticed but didn’t much mind
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| Oh
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| And so it goes, oh
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| Here I am in the condiment aisle
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| I’m worried about my basil from Israel and New World wine
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| I need to lose these poses reset my charms
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| To when I left the factory in your arms
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| Singing oh, oh
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| And so it goes
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| The words on the page start to swim
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| As light catches your face, you’re smiling
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| This must be what all the fuss is about
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| You’re trying to talk to me all grateful and smiles
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| I’m glued to the TV giving one word replies
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| It’s small and shameful, it’s a poor show
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| Beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl
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| And so it goes
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| Yeah, so it goes
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| Yeah, so it goes
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| The words on the page start to swim
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| As light catches your face, you’re smiling
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| This must be what all the fuss is about
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| The words on the page start to swim
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| As light catches your face, you’re smiling
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| This must be what all the fuss is about |