| He smokes himself into double vision
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| Leaves his mind on an indecision
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| Thinks he’s invented imagination
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| Says that god is some relation
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| He leaves his cigarette burning on the desk
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| His clothes and magazines make up such a mess
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| Sitting up in bed transistor on his chest
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| In quintessence
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| He and his friends sit around all evening
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| Leaving their laughter upon the ceiling
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| Seems so funny yet it leaves me yawning
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| Then I find it’s the following morning
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| He says his girlfriend lives too far away
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| Always at a friend’s house or on holiday
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| His bible of romance hides itself away
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| In quintessence
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| A 15 year old’s browse through life
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| Is fine with his quintessence safe and sound in mind
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| Life’s an adolescence from time to time
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| With us all
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| In quintessence
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| In the corner with his book and tissue
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| All he can do is pretend to miss you
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| Closes his eyes as he sees her body
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| Pulls funny faces and that’s his hobby
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| On the other hand love ain’t a happy word
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| On the other hand love ain’t a piece of skirt
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| Makes for something special in your football shirt
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| In quintessence
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| In quintessence |