| There he stands a man among men
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| Claiming one woman’s never enough
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| Then tells the girl he’s exclusively hers
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| From one till two-thirty at most
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| She is the afternoon lover
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| They have each other for lunch
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| He’s born with the mind of a hunter
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| To prey on the weak and the young
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| Breakaway, leave this liar alone
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| Fade away, take a walk in the sun
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| So well versed with the perfect excuse
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| Tells the boss he’s been working so hard
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| Needs some time to do things for himself
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| But he’s forever punching the card
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| He’s got to get out of this prison
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| To search for the pick of the pack
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| She’s out there somewhere and waiting
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| For the hound to be free from the trap
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| Breakaway, leave this liar alone
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| Fade away, take a walk in the sun
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| How come I know all about him
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| Why do I know him so well
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| You see I’m that habitual liar in this perpetual hell
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| Breakway
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| Breakway |