| My head’s a TV
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| And you’re on every channel
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| Did no one ever tell you bout the dirty truth?
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| We’re all a bit mental
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| So write your history
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| As a pretty little work of fiction
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| So many bones rattle in the coffin of your youth
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| We’ll exhume a fable
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| You can, you can, you can shut your mouth
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| You can, you can, you can shut your mouth
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| 'Cause everybody’s fighting battles
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| That you don’t know anything about
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| Come on, come on, take a look in my house
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| Every time I touch the piano I’m just full of doubts
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| Just another bit of secrecy
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| Every time you feel like giving up
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| Every time you’d swear you’d had enough
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| Just remember what you’re dreaming of
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| But when you do it, you do it for the love
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| Yeah when you do it, you do it for the love
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| This old sweater
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| Holds a trace of the bonfire
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| We threw your teenage diaries on to the flames
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| Too sad to remember
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| A patient memory
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| And a single neon tear
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| Watch it dance like grass in a hurricane
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| Through another year
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| I tried to hide my feelings for too long
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| I just wanted everyone to get along
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| 'Cause everybody’s fight battles
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| Underneath another thunderstorm
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| Come on, come on don’t you wanna be heard
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| Your saviour’s just somebody who’s been under-researched
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| Just another bit of secrecy
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| Every time you feel like giving up
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| Every time you’d swear you’d had enough
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| Just remember what you’re dreaming of
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| But when you do it, you do it for the love
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| Yeah when you do it, you do it for the love
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| When you do it, you do it for the love
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| Yeah when you do it, may as well do it for the love |