| Wear your eyes as dark as nights
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| Paint your face with what you like
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| Wear your love like it is made of hate
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| Born to destroy and born to create
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| Now baby what you’ve done to your hair
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| Is it just the same time of year
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| When you think that you don’t really care
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| Now baby what have you done to your hair
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| Done to your hair, done to your hair
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| Done to your hair, done to your hair
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| So when you hear this autumn song
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| Clear your heads and get ready to run
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| So when you hear this autumn song
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| Remember the best times are yet to come
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| Now baby what you’ve done to your hair
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| Is it just the same time of year
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| When you think that you don’t really care
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| Now baby what have you done to your hair
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| Wear your eyes as dark as nights
|
| Paint your face with what you like
|
| Wear your love like it is made of hate
|
| Born to destroy and born to create
|
| Born to create, born to create
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| Born to create, born to create
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| So when you hear this autumn song
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| Clear your heads and get ready to run
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| So when you hear this autumn song
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| Remember the best times are yet to come
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| So wear your hair in bunches
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| And your jacket loose
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| So when you hear this autumn song
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| Clear your heads and get ready to run
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| So when you hear this autumn song
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| Clear your heads and get ready to run
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| So when you hear this autumn song
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| Remember the best times are yet to come |