| Feel so straight, and look so slow
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| But just you wait 'til I get you home
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| I saw you laughing on a TV show
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| Didn’t think you’d know, all colours lead to black
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| Say you can’t let go, and then you’re never coming back
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| Watch yourself when you talk to me
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| Cuz I’ve got you and 86 TV’s
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| And all those words that they made up for me
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| And what I thought they’d be
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| The radio’s are red
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| They made a mess of me
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| So now I’m walking home instead
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| Sweet like apples, I pulled you
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| Reminds me of the things we said we’d do
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| Now all those words that they made up for you
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| Could never pull you through
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| The greed and all the gain
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| They made a mess of you
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| And now you’ll never be the same
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| I’d love to say I’d like to thank you all
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| But I have not the gaul, the wisdom or the guile
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| You walked into that ball
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| And then you disappeared in style
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| On 86 TV’s, On 86 TV’s, On 86 TV’s, On 86 TV’s
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| Watch yourself when you talk to me |