| Read all the pamphlets and watch the tapes
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| I get all confused when you mix up the dates…
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| Woah!
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| Don’t gimme the pretend you come for the weekend
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| And you stay for the week
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| You say that you hate it but that’s how you made it
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| Just keep it oblique
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| We’re both high high high, high high on lemon sips
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| We’re all suh-suh-suh sucked-in-by parlour tricks
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| Oh the people deceive you the kids never leave
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| Cuz you make them at home
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| You try to appease them and they show you the stick
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| But still you pick up the phone
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| But hey man, you can take it
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| As long as they don’t shove you out in the cold
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| It’s not getting better, no it’s not getting better, man
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| It’s just getting old
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| Ah ooh! |
| we do what we’re programmed to do--
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| Hey we do what we’re told
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| I never remember to carry my book when I get on the bus
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| You never forget it’s your time to collect
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| When they are making a fuss
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| We’re both high high high, high high on lemon sips
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| We’re all high high high, high high on wiggling hips
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| Ah ooh! |
| you break off your plans for the weekend
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| And ah oh! |
| you can tell them the dates
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| But that don’t mean they’re letting you go
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| Don’t gimme the pretend you come for the weekend
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| And you stay for the year
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| Avoid all the plans cuz we’re making our day jobs
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| Into a steady career
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| We’re both high high high, high high on lemon sips
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| We all claw claw claw, cli-climb-on to sinking ships
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| And ah ooh! |
| avoid all the cold sideways glances
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| And ah ooh! |
| celebrate! |
| celebrate! |
| celebrate!
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| And then turn to stone
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| Read all the pamphlets and watch the tapes
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| You turn 25 and now you’re all out of escapes
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| Hey the rock writer told me to tell you:
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| «though you’re great and you’re brave
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| You still lack that which makes you a star.»
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| Read all the pamphlets and watch the tapes
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| We all get a little drunk and then we act like apes
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| Ow! |