| I got pepped up, I got wired
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| I got free tickets, then I got tired
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| I got organised and I did less
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| I stayed inside, I did nothing
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| I got proud of myself for one second
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| But the guilt just bled right out of my ancient body
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| And I got ideas we can implement
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| I got poems, got a whole instrument
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| I got violence, I got peace
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| I got friends and policemen
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| You don’t need to feel this way
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| You don’t need to feel this way anymore
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| I got a face transplant near down by the river
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| Got the shakes when I saw you, my heart, my lungs were his
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| But my liver is bold, got the blues
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| Got me begging for a holiday
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| But it’s a hit beat, a shit beat, smiling for a while
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| No, keep relaying the falls, it’s the turning of tables
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| It is the spinning of plates, it is a joke in the bedroom
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| Work to shred ex-military models in the modern world
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| You don’t need to feel this way
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| You don’t need to feel this way anymore |