| All aboard the roundabout of calamity and doubt
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| Sums my life up perfectly, well at least it does for now
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| There’s that feeling of dread
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| The romance ahead
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| Might flat-line again
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| And your Mum already wants me dead
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| It rattles round my head
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| And all of our friends just don’t seem to get us
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| Whispering things to each other are they jealous
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| Of the two of us, coz we found love, and they just missed the bus
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| I’m nice but I’ve got a mean streak
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| Buried under, don’t you ever want to be
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| Like me, let me see your mean streak
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| They could try to put me down I swear I’ll bite the vet
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| I’m like smoke in your eye when you have a cigarette
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| And I’ve made up my mind
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| I’m never gonna die
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| I’ll kick the grim reaper
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| In the balls and make him cry
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| I’m your Mr. Right yet?
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| I promise that I won’t cheat at scrabble
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| I’ll grind Buckingham palace down for the gravel
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| Of our drive, so say that you’ll be mine
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| I’ll make you feel alive
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| I’m nice but I’ve got a mean streak
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| Buried under, don’t you ever want to be
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| Like me, let me see your mean streak
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| And my cheeks have started aching
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| From this smile I’ve been faking
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| Aren’t you getting tired of never winning
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| Then its time you played the villain
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| I’m nice but I’ve got a mean streak
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| Buried under, don’t you ever want to be
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| Like me, let me see your mean streak |