| I pull back the sheets
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| I brush my yellow teeth
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| And I pick up the items of incriminating clothing
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| She’s got a guy why did I
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| Say something to her?
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| I just can’t help it I’m a freak!
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| And she’s my healer
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| There she goes!
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| Slipping through my fingers
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| I had a choice to be guilt-free, baby
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| There she goes! |
| (There she goes)
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| Slipping through my fingers
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| I had a choice and I chose guilty, baby
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| Through nationwide mess, I still thought of her
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| I tried horse tranquilliser just to impress her (oh no)
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| I kiss her then leave
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| How the hell did I get here? |
| (oh no)
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| 8am and my poor heart now sure feels tender
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| There she goes!
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| Slipping through my fingers
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| I had a choice to be guilt-free, baby
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| There she goes! |
| (There she goes)
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| Slipping through my fingers
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| I had a choice and I chose guilty, baby
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| I get the first train
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| I start hallucinating
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| You in your underwear
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| Me on the guillotine
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| We reach the cruel end
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| Of this Greek tragedy
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| Head in the toilet
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| And an urge to scream guilty
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| There she goes! |
| (There she goes)
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| Slipping through my fingers
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| I had a choice to be guilt-free, baby
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| There she goes! |
| (There she goes)
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| Slipping through my fingers
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| I had a choice and I chose guilty, baby
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| With you
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| Guilty as charged
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| I hereby sentence you to 38 days
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| Of loneliness |