| I walk around
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| I flop uround
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| I need something that will be found
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| More venom, more dynamite, more disaster
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| I need more than I ever did before
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| But everything is going up in price
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| My life is going all right up 'til now
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| Even so there’s something missing
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| More truth
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| More intelligence
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| Ha ha More future
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| More laugh
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| More culture
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| Don’t forget adrenaline
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| More freedom
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| I need more than an ordinary grind
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| And the more I think the more I need
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| More tars
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| I’ll take more money
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| More champagne
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| I can’t forget my brain
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| More floors
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| More doors
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| More mustard
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| Pickle and relish
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| I need more than an ordinary grind
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| Everybody ought to love his job
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| And live his life and keep his pride
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| Imperturbably happy with the one you love
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| With an exciting future
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| On the fat of the land
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| I need more than an ordinary grind
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| And the more I think the more I need
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| My life is going all right up 'til now
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| Even so it’s not enough for me and
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| I need more
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| I need more
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| I need more
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| Oo oo oo oo Oo oo oo oo Than I ever did before
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| I need to lead a dissipate existence
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| And play scratchy records
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| And enjoy my decline
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| With more divorce records, more distance,
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| More future, more culture
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| More |