| I’m in a mess, I can’t help it
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| I just go round and round
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| I’m paranoid, I’m selfish
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| Push me, I clam up, I’m shellfish
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| We had a dream, I shelved it
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| That eats me up, that’s Elvis
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| Las Vegas era
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| I’m half bag lady, half Bagheera
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| I got my hand on my heart
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| But my heart’s in the gutter
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| Talking to itself, starting to flutter
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| When it thinks about yours
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| Barking at mutts like a nutter
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| Trying to start wars on the bus
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| Dumb chunk of muscle with its claws out
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| Throwing its oars out the dinghy in the middle of a gale
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| Making whirlpools the way I chase my tail
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| I go round in circles
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| Not graceful, not like dancers
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| Not neatly, not like compass and pencil
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| More like a dog on a lead, going mental
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| I go round in circles
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| Not graceful, not like dancers
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| Not neatly, not like compass and pencil
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| More like a dog on a lead, going mental
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| I’m in a corner saying nothing
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| Sitting in a pub with my eyes closed
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| Swaying to a power ballad
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| Shredding tears at the high notes
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| My hands are frozen, I forgot my gloves
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| My heart is broken, I don’t want no love
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| Love just rots your guts
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| If you’re the type to feel what you touch
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| No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup
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| My heart is open, all I want is love
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| Love will prop you up
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| If you’re the type to feel what you touch
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| No wait, my hands are frozen, I ain’t got no gloves
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| My heart is broken, I don’t want no love
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| Love will rot your guts
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| If you’re the type to feel what you touch
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| No wait, my hands are smoking on this hot tea cup
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| My heart is open, all I want is love
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| Love will prop you up
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| If you’re the type to feel what you touch
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| I go round in circles
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| Not graceful, not like dancers
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| Not neatly, not like compass and pencil
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| More like a dog on a lead, going mental
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| I go round in circles
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| Not graceful, not like dancers
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| Not neatly, not like compass and pencil
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| More like a dog on a lead, going mental
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| I go round, elliptical
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| Watch me orbit this
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| I keep repeating myself
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| There must be more than this
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| I don’t know why I can’t change
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| There ain’t no groundhogs here
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| There’s just me in my garden
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| Howling at the moon when it’s round and clear
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| Kick a fag box and you might find it’s got some in it
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| I love that
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| Just when I think something’s ending
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| The beginning comes back
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| Get away with a child travelcard on the bus
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| I love that
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| Just when I think something’s ending
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| The beginning comes back
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| See something great
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| Happen to a mate
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| I love that
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| Just when I think something’s ending
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| The beginning comes back
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| Get a kiss when you feel like shit
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| That’s so good, I love that
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| Just when I think something’s ending
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| The beginning comes back
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| More like a dog on a lead |