| I’ve been taking my time for a long time
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| Putting my feet up all odds
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| Speaking English as a foreign language
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| Any words that I haven’t forgot
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| I’ve been thinking how I can’t be bothered
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| To wash the dishes or remake the bed
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| What’s the point when I could just… instead?
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| I’ve been hanging as a fairy trif raf
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| Somewhere along the go hobrose
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| I don’t think it’s gonna be much longer
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| So I know they’re up, harlequin old codes
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| Love is a bourgeois construct
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| So I’ve given up on the bourgeoisie
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| Like all their aspirations, it’s a fantasy
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| When you walked out you did me a favor
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| You made me see reality
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| This love is a bourgeois construct
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| It’s a blame turn to fallacy
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| You won’t see me with a bunch of losers
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| Promising fatality
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| Love doesn’t mean a thing to me
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| Talking tough as we linger
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| We’re better now, it’s clear to me
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| Love is a bourgeois construct
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| So I’ve given up on the bourgeoisie
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| While we’re anchored forget the voices
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| I’ll just get along with what I’ve got
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| Watching the weeds in the garden
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| Putting my fear upon odds
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| I’ll explore the outer limits of boredom
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| Moaning periodically
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| Drift a far time, lonely lay about
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| That’s me
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| When you walked out you did me a favor
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| It’s absolutely clear to me
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| That love is a bourgeois construct
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| Just like they said at university
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| I’ve been taking my time for a long time
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| With all the shadow and forever its cost
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| Calculating what you’ve lost
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| Now I’m digging through my student paper bags
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| Flicking through Karl Marx again
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| Searching for the soul of England
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| Drinking tea like Tony Benn
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| Love is just a bourgeois construct
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| So give it up, the bourgeoisie
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| Until you come back to me
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| Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie
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| Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie
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| Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie
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| Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie
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| Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie
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| Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie
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| Talking tough and feeling bitter
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| We’re better now, it’s clear to me
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| That love is a bourgeois construct
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| So I’ve given up the bourgeoisie |