| All the 9 to 5 got you eerie so
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| And the mountain stars turn up to
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| And the chase at dusk leave you in the dust
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| Private parted them for the wall
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| And the city folk with their '
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| Picket fences and cups of tea
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| That revolving door, handshake with a cure
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| All is dead and I can barely breathe
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| All I wanted was truth
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| But all I got was you
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| Hanging on for two
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| I’m hanging on, what to do?
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| And you go dealing unaware 'cause you know
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| You’re so much more than scared
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| Romance in the air, don’t care what it cost
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| Wearing crowns but I just locked thieves
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| Got fashion and sex, give is what you get
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| Fake the interview magazine
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| I got nothing now, I got nothing now
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| I got nothing now and I’m fine
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| Looking awesome since, turn it on a dime
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| She’s so beautiful, I’m deaf, dumb and blind
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| All I wanted was truth
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| But all I got was you
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| I’m hanging on for two
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| I’m hanging on, what to do?
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| And you go dealing unaware 'cause you know
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| You’re so much more than scared
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| I got nothing now, I got nothing now
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| I got nothing now and it’s fine
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| All the city folk with their '
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| Looking face to face, you move by |