| And I walk with a dead step along the dotted line
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| I don't like it when there are more than two of us
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| Breaks the whole idyll
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| Why did you invite all your friends here
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| I love when there are two of us
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| I love when there are two of us
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| If you need to drink with you
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| Two bottles of wine from me
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| I want you to be left here alone after the party
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| I hate these scum that look into your mouth
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| And if someone else comes, then someone will die right there
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| I see, all your friends are just like you.
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| Such pitiful, soulless, ridiculous beasts
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| Why did you even come here?
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| I better go fuck myself
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| If there is no more chance for us to fall asleep in the same bed
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| After only two bottles
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| Drunk in one face
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| I'm leaving the party
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| It seems that the matter is over,
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| But your drunken girlfriends
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| They began to hang and scream
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| Too much was poured into me
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| Looks like it's time to run
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| I see your exes
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| I understand what's what
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| Clothes fly from me to you
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| I am for everyone
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| I'm pulled by two
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| Get in the face
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| And then I hardly remember
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| I don't remember why
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| We are with you…
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| We fly through a long and strange world
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| Somewhere playing Motorama
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| The two of us are on TV
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| I look up
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| To this starry sky
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| And I almost drank too much
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| And you almost drank too much
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| Suddenly we were left alone
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| On that double bed
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| You tell me that I've had enough
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| Remember all this
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| And I almost understand
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| That the problem is not with you
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| Although you know I thought
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| Everything can be in you
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| Sorry, goodbye, never remember
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| All these fucking gifts you take back
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| I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk
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| Better to be alone and sad to drink at night
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| Than with you... |