| The sunny summer siren songs
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| Summon the slumbering sloths
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| Something is wrong, sound the alarm
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| They’re gathering their forces
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| Patios and porches thick with smoke
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| Hormones and whores of both
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| Sexes bloat and become swollen
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| The young libertines run
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| In desperate droves, all desperate hope
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| And desperate loathing
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| It’s a lust phenomenon
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| Broadened far beyond
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| (Broadened far beyond)
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| Honest confidants
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| (Honest confidants)
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| Lost in opulence, opulence
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| It’s over, hungover, hollow and half alive
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| It’s over, hungover, hollow and half alive
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| It’s over, hungover, hollow and half alive
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| It’s over, hungover, hollow and half alive
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| Beyond the shame it’s not so bad
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| Shower it off, it’s never enough, cover the loss
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| Of self respect with drugs and booze
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| And choosing someone new to fuck
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| They’re waiting, wasted all weekend
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| Weathering all manner of storm just to become
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| Somebody’s source of heat between their sullied sheets
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| It’s a lust phenomenon
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| Lost in opulence, opulence
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| It’s over, hungover, hollow and half alive
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| It’s over, hungover, hollow and half alive
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| It’s over, hungover, hollow and half alive
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| It’s over, hungover, hollow and half alive
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| Wake up alone when it’s over
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| This is love, this is the end
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| Wake up alone when it’s over
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| This is love, this is the end |