| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be…
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| My heart is telling me the telly isn’t telling me anything
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| I need but it needs to keep you selling me
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| Beside celebrities lacking in integrity
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| Holding up the status quo instead of showing your kids
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| That they matter, who’re you gonna batter next?
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| Just keep hold of their necks and keep selling them sex
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| It’s better if we keep them perplexed
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| It’s better if we make them want the opposite sex
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| Disenfranchised young criminal minds
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| In a car park beside where your nan resides
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| Are not slow, they’ve just never been shown
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| That you should…
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| …be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Oh, oh…
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| We’re all human, we’re just like you man
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| We’re sentient or something or other
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| I can’t remember, whatever
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| We shouldn’t have people afloat
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| If it was safer on the ground, we wouldn’t be on a boat
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| Charlatan telepathy, exploiting insecurity, and preying on the purity
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| Of grief and its simplicity but I know that maybe I’m too skeptical
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| Even Guy Debord needed spectacles, you see
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| I’m the Greek economy of cashing intellectual cheques
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| And I’m trying to progress, but instead of selling sex…
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| And I think I should be…
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| …loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be…
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| I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers on bikes
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| From schools and cars with autumn leaves
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| Fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon
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| She blazed about how «cultural language is an operating system,
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| a simple interface
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| rendered feeble and listless when tested with
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| Divinity or a true understanding of the human condition»
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| I never did understand
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| The duality of art and reality
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| Living life and treating it as such
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| There’s a certain disconnect to touch
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| that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon
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| Between the spires and the
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| rolling roofs of the white city
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| that orange English light
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| cast only one, singular shadow
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| For you are not beside but within me.
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| …loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Yeah, you should be loving someone
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| Oh, oh, loving someone
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| Oh, oh… |