| So you say you want a love song
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| One to move your feet onto
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| I’ll sing a real life tune
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| So you say you want a love song,
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| One to play your girlfriend with
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| I hope my little number will do…
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| Oh ohohoh oh oh ohm… Mmm. |
| Mmmm
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| Lets stop our busy lives awhile
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| And think of the many many people
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| Across the many miles of earth
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| That have no clothes, no food to eat.
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| And what about the air we breathe,
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| To the food we eat,
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| Are filled with things that kill,
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| Our deaths are closer than we think.
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| Well another silly love song could make me sick
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| About a heart broke emo rocker and his messed up chick
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| Are we so deaf dumb and blind we can’t see the candlestick
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| Burnin down
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| Wakes up on her Monday morn
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| It’s just another cup of coffee
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| In her run down place called home
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| She makes her way out to the car
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| The radio blares to drown
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| All the many many faces in her head
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| That at one time cared
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| But they have all moved and gone.
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| Now to work she goes
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| Removing all her clothes
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| For all the perverse older men in our sickly generation
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| But they don’t give a damn
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| Open your souls, open your minds
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| There’s a lot of wonderful people in the world outside (repeat)
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| (first) then
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| Another silly love song could make me sick
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| I could say hello but I want a conversation
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| I could love till I’m dead but how long will I live
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| Till I’m down
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| We’re burnin down
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| Oohh oohhh oh oh oh oh. |