| You are creatures of habit
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| You’re borderline tragic
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| I know I’ve been there I’ve painted the streets red
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| I’ve spewed on my t-shirt but made it to your bed
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| And now we are lying and lying is fun
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| It makes me wonder, what have I…
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| So let’s
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| Start the course with our
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| Club sauce
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| Got one part guilt two parts remorse
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| With a half a swig you better pass the torch
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| Gonna never be up like some soy sauce
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| Take it gladly, I behave badly
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| Peer pressure got me wizzing up against the taxi
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| in front of me, a full frontal lobotomy
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| Honesty’s a mockery until it get’s you properly
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| You are creatures of habit
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| You’re borderline tragic
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| I know I’ve been there I’ve painted the streets red
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| Cause you are creatures of…
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| Well brandy is dandy
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| But liquor is quicker
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| Even when you’re getting a drink to get in her knickers
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| She’s a bad girl, in a mad world
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| Education grinding to a standstill
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| Well I’m drinking brandy or maybe Amanda
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| Walking through the park with delusions of grandeur
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| Off license only got a wine and a whitey
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| Said she loves the eighties but was born in nineteen-ninety
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| You are creatures of habit
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| You’re borderline tragic
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| I know I’ve been there I’ve painted the streets red
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| Cause you are creatures of habit |