| I take a look inside, the parlour’s empty
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| So I ask «Is there anywhere that you like to go?»
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| Is the mystic that surrounds her enigma, she can’t control
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| Yeah, but at least that it’s with me she wants to roll
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| And if she don’t, nah, it will not define me
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| I’m reaching for my coat
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| 'Cause I’m elastic, sacrifice me for a goat
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| I don’t wake up or sleep
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| 'Til the morning after tea
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| Don’t pull me out now, we’re the fire, let’s indulge
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| It’s the mystic that surrounds her
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| Everyone was so astounded
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| But I’m much too busy here, so I wish her well
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| I’m outcast at last
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| Last in line at the body shop, yeah
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| They threw me altogether, bits and bobs
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| But I’m a last on the longest out of all you lot
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| I’m never standing still, I’m always to and fro
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| Last in the race of a running mob
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| They shot the gun, I wasn’t ready, I was robbed
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| But lastly of course, I almost forgot ya
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| 'Cause I’m the winner when it comes to you
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| I don’t wake up or sleep
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| 'Til the morning after tea
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| Don’t pull me out now, we’re the fire, let’s indulge
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| It’s the mystic that surrounds her
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| Everyone was so astounded
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| But I’m much too busy here, so I wish her well
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| I’m an outcast
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| I’m an outcast
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| I’m an outcast
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| I’m an outcast
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| I’m outcast at last |