| I don’t know what I’ve just said
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| Was it nasty? |
| Why am I like that?
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| I could show you a good time
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| Then you’ll know that we are blood-like
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| Na na na, na na na
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| Na na na, aah
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| I’ve really caught my leg in a trap this time
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| Your majesty, can’t you see?
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| I’m a sentimental, partly-mental, I’m a bad friend
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| Ooh, I’ve got a little problem with my own head
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| But it feels right, it feels like I’m a belly full of dirt
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| I’m the milk that turned to curds and it feels right
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| Now stare at the ocean while your friends all drown
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| We all need to learn to swim anyway
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| Oh, my darling, hold your head up
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| Don’t you listen? |
| You’re my baby girl
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| Oh, my darling, hold your head up
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| Don’t you listen? |
| You’re my baby girl
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| Oh, my darling, hold your head up
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| Don’t you listen? |
| You’re my baby girl
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| Oh, my darling, hold your head up now
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| Hold on, aren’t I?
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| I am my own life, own harm
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| Hold on, aren’t I?
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| I am my own life, own harm
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| Hold on, aren’t I?
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| I am my own life, own harm
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| Stare at the ocean while your friends all drown
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| Now you’re blood-like |