| I said lo, lo and behold
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| I just wanna know why I’m so cold
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| And I hope I learn before I get old
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| How I can burn when I feel so co, oh, oh, old
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| I’ve been inside for days
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| Watching curtains as they sway
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| Rain just falling like a blade
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| On me and Mr. Calloway
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| I got one direction home
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| Police tape blocking off half the road
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| Bit fragments of some kid’s phone
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| And a white bouquet on a traffic cone
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| And there’s the man with four cans of super tea
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| Having heated conversations
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| With those I can’t even see
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| And hopefully tomorrow we’ll swallow today
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| I said lo, lo and behold
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| I just wanna know why I’m so cold
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| And I hope I learn before I get old
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| How I can burn when I feel so co, oh, oh, old
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| Come and go, the hollow ways
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| Passing the queue for the pharmacy
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| Another little bottle of side effects
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| Another blue pill for your tired sex
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| And this rain it keeps on falling
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| Hollywood stars on the black tarpaulin
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| I swallow, choke and then take it all in
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| All in
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| And there’s the man behind the counter in the shop
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| The one the kids take the piss out of
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| And I wish that they would stop
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| But they will not and tomorrow, we’ll laugh at today
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| I said lo, lo and behold
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| I just wanna know why I’m so cold
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| And I hope I learn before I get old
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| How I can burn when I feel so co, oh, oh, old |