| Phone me and I’ll hang up
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| Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up
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| Dark lane, bleak house shrinking rose
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| You’re over and out
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| Tie a cherry bootstring
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| Put your candy teeth in
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| Choking on a sweetheart
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| Hang up, hang up, hang up
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| Go on girls — solo
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| Go on girls — take a chance
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| Go on girls — trust it
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| Go on girls — the truth is
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| Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder
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| Get ahead, get laid, get it over
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| Cheap show, back seat martyr’s pose
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| You’re over and out
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| I’m checking out of my senses
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| Buying best defences
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| Putting on the trousers
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| Hang up, hang up, hang up
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| Go on girls — solo
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| Go on girls — take a chance
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| Go on girls — trust it
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| Go on girls — the truth is
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| So, so single
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| So low — the truth is
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| You want the day to fit to a soundtrack
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| Get a story, get a life, and get back
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| You’ve got nothing to shout about
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| You’re over and out
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| I’m checking out of my senses
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| Buying best defences
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| Fired up on free-will
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| Hang up, hang up, hang up
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| Go on girls — solo
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| Go on girls — take a chance
|
| Go on girls — trust it
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| Go on girls — the truth is
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| So, so single
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| So low — the truth is
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| So, so single
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| So low — the truth is |