| I met her accidentally
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| It was at the Cambridge Science Fair
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| And she was so impressed I could make so many things catch on fire
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| But I was just covered in bubbles of methane gas
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| And you ended up burning
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| I’m sorry
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| I have always been a liar
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| Just to think I could’ve left the fair with my dignity intact
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| And fled from the stage with the world’s second-best Slint tribute act
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| Okay, today, I hide away
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| But tomorrow, I take the reins
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| Still living with my mother
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| As I move from one micro-influencer to another
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| References, references, references
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| What are you on tonight?
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| I love this city, despite the burden of preferences
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| What a time to be alive, oh
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| I know where I’m going, it’s black country out there
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| I saw you undressing
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| It was at the Cirque du Soleil
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| And it was such an intimate performance
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| I swear to God you looked right at me
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| And let a silk red ribbon fall between your hands
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| But as I slowly sobered
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| I felt the rubbing of shoulders
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| I smelled the sweat and the children crying
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| I was just one among crowded stands
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| And still with sticky hands
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| I bolted through the gallery
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| With cola stains on my best white shirt
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| And nothing to lose, oh, I was born to run
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| It’s black country out there
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| It’s black country out there
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| It’s black country out there |