| It’s a kick in the teeth, can make it hard to smile
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| I’m turning to a dirty plastic style
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| Well I don’t mind, there ain’t no use in crying
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| So I just keep on trying
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| And the heartache would be fun
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| But I just can’t get my head around what you want
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| Oh yeah
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| Killing time waiting for tomorrow
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| Well I can’t sleep, take my pills of sorrow
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| The other guys are terrified of dying
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| But I just keep on trying
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| And the heartache would be fun
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| But I just can’t get my head round what you
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| What you want
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| A kick in the teeth, broken glass sent flying
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| It’s a fucking cheek, a bloody mouth, don’t mind it
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| You cut me down but there ain’t no use in crying
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| So I just keep on trying
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| The heartache would be fun
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| But I just can’t get my head round what you
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| Oh, what you want
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| What you want
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| Don’t know what you want
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| What you want
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| Don’t know what you want
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| Don’t know what you want
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh what you want, oh… Woo! |