| Copping the sound, the sound cops me
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| I’ve got nothing to lose
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| My hair’s in the breeze
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| I don’t hate you, just your jealousy
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| So if you’re ready to procrastinate
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| I’ll be your friend, you’ll eat me up
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| We boast the widest range in town
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| I’ll be your friend, you’ll show me how
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| Alarm clock is off, I’m trying to sleep
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| Smelling of Bondi beach
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| And the street, filthy as it may be
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| Is still my street, so don’t challenge me
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| Some things don’t change, for instance me
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| I’ll sail your third defeat today
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| In every way, you’ll lose again
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| But I don’t care, I don’t care
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| The wind’s in my hair, the hair’s in my breeze
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| I’m waiting to sneeze, I’m waiting to sneeze
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| The hair’s in my breeze
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| Well I don’t care, I don’t care
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| The wind’s in my hair, the hair’s in my breeze
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| I’m waiting to sneeze, I’m trying to sneeze
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| The hair’s in my breeze |