| well yes, you are contented
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| what more could you want?
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| yeah, you fight, but you always make it up
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| it’s love chasing it’s tail
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| look at how she holds his hand
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| and she whispers to him kiss her now
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| and when she pulls away
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| she’s got his heart dangling from her mouth
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| phonecalls and accusations
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| and a bad feeling all year round
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| gutless and co-ependant
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| they’re the best enemies in town
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| the best enemies in town
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| the best enemies in town
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| in town
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| oh yeah
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| the silence, you hate it
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| hearts should come armour plated
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| violinsm they play for
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| you and me and for her
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| with clear minds and wide eyes
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| we make the best decisions
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| so
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| just let it go
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| so now the tears come easily
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| and she promises to change her ways
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| but its not about what you do, it is,
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| who you are that matters these days
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| after months of rehearsals and bad excuses
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| the moment to leave is now
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| so death to contentedness
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| you were the best enemies in town
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| the best enemies in town
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| the best enemies in town
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| the best enemies in town
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| here’s to the
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| best enemies in town
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| town
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| well
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| where will i find love now?
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| who will accept me now?
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| they all cried for chairman mao
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| they all cried for chairman mao |