| Scratched vinyl, and a live audience
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| We’re sat in traffic, shout your mouth off
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| Shot to pieces, don’t just stand there
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| As we bubble away un-noticed
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| Sadly im not coin operated
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| Kiss and make up, same as always, again.and.again
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| Lets pick up where we left off back up the tape
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| The celluloid has worn away
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| It came out of no-where, im telling you, it came out of no-where
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| I have it all on tape
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| No hero here
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| But im glad you asked, i want to speak my heart
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| But it’s all been edited, it’s a number game
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| You do the math
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| And ones and zeros and ones and zeros
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| Shut up shut up cos it’s ok
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| In hosptail, hysterical, you shit me up
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| It doesn’t matter
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| You shit me up, im derelict, help yourself, be my guest
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| I’ll walk it off, shrug it off, sleep it off-
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| Just like clockwork
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| No hero here
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| It’s a great idea on paper
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| But how are we gonna get past security?
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| And come away complete with our dignity?
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| You desicrated everything i ever said
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| I don’t think you apoligised for anything
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| Apparently i’ll boil my eyes out
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| So enough already, keep it to yourself
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| Emergency exit-i'am out of here |