| A suicide heart throb, a basic grasp of what is what
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| These are the things that’ll make ya feel better
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| A stupid stupid stupid-oh, taught me everything I know
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| These are the things that’ll make ya feel better
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| You fantasise of German wives in leather
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| The drama queen, drinks Ovaltine for shelter
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| You shut your mouth or pucker up, whichever
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| I crack a smile, and all the while
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| You’ll never know who’s side I’m on
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| My demise, my demise
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| My demise, my demise
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| Don’t stop kicking til it’s dead, til mess is made of pretty head!
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| These are the things that’ll make you feel better
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| A stupid stupid stupid-oh, that taught me everything I know
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| These are the things that’ll make you feel better
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| You fantasise, of German wives in leather
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| The drama queen, drinks Ovaltine for shelter
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| You shut your mouth or pucker up, whichever
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| I crack a smile, and all the while
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| You’ll never know who’s side I’m on
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| My demise, my demise
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| My demise, my demise
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| AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
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| I’ve got a silver tongue, no one questions why
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| A kiss for each one down, a kiss for all your lies
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| My demise, my demise
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| My demise, my demise! |