| Baby Britain feels the best
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| Floating over a sea of vodka
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| Separated from the rest
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| Fights problems with bigger problems
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| Sees the ocean fall and rise
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| Counts the waves that somehow didn’t hit her
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| Water pouring from her eyes
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| Alcoholic and very bitter
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| For someone half as smart
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| You’d be a work of art
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| You put yourself apart
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| And I can’t help until you start
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| We knocked another couple back
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| The dead soldiers lined up on the table
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| Still prepared for an attack
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| They didn’t know they’d been disabled
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| Felt a wave, a rush of blood
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| You won’t be happy 'til the bottle’s broken
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| And you’re out swimming in the flood
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| You kept back you kept unspoken
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| For someone half as smart
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| You’d be a work of art
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| You put yourself apart
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| And I can’t help until you start
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| You got a look in your eye
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| When you’re saying goodbye
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| Like you wanna say «hi»
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| The light was on but it was dim
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| Revolver’s been turned over
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| And now it’s ready once again
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| The radio was playing «crimson and clover»
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| London bridge is safe and sound
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| No matter what you keep repeating
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| Nothing’s gonna drag me down
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| To a death that’s not worth cheating
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| For someone half as smart
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| You’d be a work of art
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| You put yourself apart
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| I can’t help until you start
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| For someone half as smart
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| You’d be a work of art
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| You put yourself apart |