| Seven times in seven days
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| Ive sat and wished my life away
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| I know the greyness comes and goes
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| But the sun dont shine
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| And the snow dont snow
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| Theres suzy-ann with her tits and curls
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| Where mediocrity excels
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| For those vicious boys and their boring girls
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| You know it makes me sick but its a bozos world
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| Then theres always the cash
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| Selling yourself for some trash
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| Smiling at people that you cannot stand
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| Youre in demand
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| Your fifteen minutes start now
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| City banker looks are in The heartless heart, the chinless chin
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| And youd spill your beans for just a pint of gin
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| How you got so holy
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| And became so thin
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| In sunday papers every week
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| The silly words you love to speak
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| The tacky photos and the phoney smiles
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| Well its a bozos world and youre a bozos child
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| Then theres always the cash
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| Selling yourself for some trash
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| Smiling at people that you cannot stand
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| Youre in demand
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| Your fifteen minutes start now
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| Then theres always the fame!
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| Autographs now and again
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| People who saw you on blankety blank
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| Or in the bank
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| Your fifteen minutes start now |