| In the beginning there was nothing
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| To be honest, that suited me just fine
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| I was three weeks late coming out of the womb
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| In no great rush to join the rest of mankind
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| Where there were further complications
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| Further complications in store, yeah
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| I was not born in wartime
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| I was not born in pain or poverty
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| I need an addiction, I need an affliction
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| To cultivate a personality
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| I need some further complications, oh
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| Further complications in store, yeah
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| Your life is just a carrier bag
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| The enemy without has moved in somewhere else
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| If your parents didn’t screw you up, why not do it yourself?
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| Go fight your battles, go to a disco
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| You wanna suffer? |
| Go to a rock show
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| Do you follow me?
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| (Follow me)
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| Then follow me
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| (Follow me)
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| Do you follow me?
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| (Follow me)
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| Then follow me
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| Follow me to further complications, that’s right
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| Further complications in store, yeah
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| Your life is just a carrier bag
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| Overfill it and the straps will snap
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| I used to think that people all chose the lives they led
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| But so many different choices that you’ve got to make instead
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| Don’t write a novel, a shopping list is better
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| It’s a complicated boogie and I don’t know any better, baby
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| Further complications, oh
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| Further complications in store, yeah
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| Your life is just a carrier bag
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| Overfill it and the straps will snap
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| Further complications
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| Further complications
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| Do you follow me? |