| Shake me, I’m waiting
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| In your new ark they’re saying
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| I’m the creature in your sick thing
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| Everybody sees a giant
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| When the bad Moon in your heart sings
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| And your wind-up gears start grinding
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| Your teeth feel you smiling
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| The better, happier you
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| A better, happier you
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| When you blow out like a dead star
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| It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
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| We carry on like it’s easy
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| Like you’re all out and I’m your man
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| Baby, I’m your man
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| Hit me, I’m bleeding
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| In your lounger, on your grooming
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| It’s the future, it’s whoring
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| The better, happier you
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| A better, happier you
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| When you blow out like a dead star
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| It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
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| We carry on like it’s easy
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| Like you’re all out, and I’m your man
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| Baby, I’m your man
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| When you blow out like a dead star
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| It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
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| We carry on like we’re easy
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| Like we’re all out, and I’m your man
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| Baby, I’m your man
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| When you blow out like a dead star
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| It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
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| We carry on like it’s easy
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| Like you’re all out and I’m your man
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| Baby, I’m your man
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| That’s the way we spell «success» |