| Well we’re… ruin of fables
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| As we drink ourselves right under the tables
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| Well you need an end to yesterday’s papers
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| And tell us that they love us and hate us
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| Cos they’re gonna kill us sooner or later
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| Yeah we really ran and ruined the fables
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| …climbing up the tower of …
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling
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| Well they meet in the ruin of fables
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| They see inside ourselves and what we are make of
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| Come along and stick on a label
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| We do the dance of the mashed potato
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| Cos they’re superfragilistically-anus
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| … goddess of a city of angels
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling |