| Look-look-looking in the pink
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| While living in the red
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| Pissing in the sink-sink-sink
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| Too drunk to find the head
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| Beg-beg-begging for the black
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| Make me rich or make me dead
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| I want a little pick me up
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| So I won’t stumble down tonight
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| Considering staying alive
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| Hitchhiking on the Disco Drive
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| Sometimes jobs turn to vacations
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| But always I must earn
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| Waiting for standing ovations
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| For filing my tax returns
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| Searching for zippers
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| But finding only seams
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| The seamstress for strippers
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| Must suspects my dirty peeking schemes*
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| I want a little pick me up
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| So I won’t stumble down tonight
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| Considering staying alive
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| Wish I could only Disco Drive
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| A man can only do his best
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| I’m skipping steps and I’m taking breaths
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| Hold your horses, cool your jets
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| You can’t make me be finished yet
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| Don’t trust the poets, they want to get paid
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| They’re playing their trade to the art of getting laid
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| Don’t trust the prophets, their visions are fudged
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| They’re buying our houses while selling us floods
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| The hours will get you
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| The owls will get you
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| When I was a swear word
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| The hours we shot-gunned
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| The hours will get you
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| The hours will get you
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| The owls will get you
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| The hours will get you |