| I’m staying up making use
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| Of the hours that you use
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| Sleep is just for friends I knew
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| I’ve been running out of room
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| Busy spending afternoons
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| At the television
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| Just talk t-talk t-t-t-talkin' to the screen, saying:
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| «I guess I’ll take the hint and drop it
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| Cause I take it you’re always fucking right, yeah
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| I guess I’ll take the hint and drop it
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| Cause I take it you’re always fucking right, yeah.»
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| I’m the sun, but what’s that to you
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| What’s that to you?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| What’s that to you, what’s that to you?
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| Got my eyes a little bruised
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| Got my head a little chewed, living like a horse for a groove
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| Its sunny disposition
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| K-keep k-keep k-k-k-keeping me awake, saying:
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| «Still with nothing in your pockets
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| Strange to think that you’re always fucking right, yeah
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| Still with nothing in your pockets
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| Strange to think that you’re always fucking right, yeah.»
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| I’m the sun, but what’s that to you
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| What’s that to you?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| What’s that to you, what’s that to you?
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| I’m the sun, but what’s that to you
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| What’s that to you?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m the sun
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| Wish that I could keep my
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| Wish that I could keep my friends, ayo
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| Eat the television
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| Staying up with Marquee Moon, ayo
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| Wish that I could keep my
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| Wish that I could keep my friends, ayo
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| Eat the television
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| Staying up with Marquee Moon
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| Head is coming loose, coming loose
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| We can talk on the roof, ooh, oo-oo ooh
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| Head is coming loose, coming loose
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| Diving board on the roof, ooh, oo-oo ooh
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| I guess I’ll take the hint and drop it
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| 'Cause I take it you’re always fucking right, yeah
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| I’m the sun, but what’s that to you
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| What’s that to you?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| What’s that to you, what’s that to you?
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| Hold your tongue
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| It’s all you can do, all you can do
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| All you can do, all you can do |