| Dinah:
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| I’ve been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D
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| I can’t bring myself to say it. |
| No siree
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| I’m a carriage with no marriage
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| I’m a van without a man
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| I’ve been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D
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| Was I corroded or overloaded
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| Maybe I shamed him
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| Who could have blamed him
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| If he thought me second-class
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| Went in search of chrome and brass
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| Went to find some other fool like me
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| And I’m just U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D
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| I can’t seem to stop C.R.Y.I.N.G
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| People look and me and think
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| «There she goes the missing link»
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| She’s been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D
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| And I’m just U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D
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| But I’ll get my R.E.V.E.N.G.E
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| He’ll come crawling back one day
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| And I’ll turn to him and say
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| Go away, you B.A.S.T.A.R.D |