| Sitting in my easy chair
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| I got no friends but I really don’t care
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| I don’t remember birthdays
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| I don’t remember names
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| People talk to me
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| I know not what they say
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| Well my political policy is laissez-faire
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| You keep off my, my thoroughfare
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| My weeds grow like roses
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| My gardens like greed
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| My temples are discotheques for refugees
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| It’s all about me
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| On my very own Planet Z
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| Where I’m lonely but I’m free
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| Nothing gets in my way
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| I think I’m gonna have to stay right here
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| Well my pizza delivery guys; |
| they all wear suits
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| And all my musicians they play in the nude
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| The lawyers wear nipple rings
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| They kiss my ass
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| And the french horn players are
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| In the most demand
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| It’s all about me
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| On my very own Planet Z
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| Where I’m lonely but I’m free
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| Nothing gets in my way
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| I think I’m gonna have to stay right here
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| Planet Z
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| You can’t predict the weather
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| But it’s fine with me
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| Can’t you see
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| I don’t like when you bother me
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| Planet Z
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| The stars are brighter in my galaxy
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| Thirteen moons revolve around, around, around…
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| It’s all about me
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| On my very own Planet Z
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| Where I’m lonely but I’m free
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| Nothing gets in my way
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| I think I’m gonna have to stay right here
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| Well these lovely little snowflakes are everywhere
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| They’re the spitballs that you blow in my hair
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| Well I won’t remember your birthday
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| I won’t remember your name
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| Just keep talking to me
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| I’m not listening
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| It’s all about me
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| On my very own Planet Z |