| I know many who are worse off than you
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| But you stick to your fuck-ups like they’re made out of glue
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| Little Dysfunk You
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| Now What You gonna do?
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| Your eyes are watery, a mouth made for joy
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| Always quoting Morrissey but did you ever do it with a boy?
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| I’ve got a mouth for joy
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| And I can take you on
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| I can take you on
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| I’ll be your next-door neighbour
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| Your mother and your savior
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| I can take you on
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| I can take you on
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| I’ll be the murder on the Rue Morgue
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| You’re trying to solve
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| Oh, I can’t wait too long
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| I can’t wait too long
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| Hear me calling out for you
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| Calling out for you
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| Please don’t wait too long
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| Please don’t wait too long
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| Makes me crazy
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| Hearing you go on about the
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| «So much for bleached nostalgia…»
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| You’re not afraid of pain
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| I know what you did
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| But now the question is do you really dare to live?
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| Pretty Dysfunk Kid?
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| It’s better to be bitter than to seem like a fool
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| You say and hide behind your beer-glass but I’m not so impressed
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| By your dysfunk moves
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| 'Cause I’m a dysfunk too
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| But I can take you on
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| I can take you on
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| I’ll be your next-door neighbour
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| Your mother and your savior
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| I can take you on
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| I can take you on
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| I’ll be the murder on the Rue Morgue
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| You’re trying to solve
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| Oh, I can’t wait too long
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| I can’t wait too long
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| Hear me calling out for you
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| Calling out for you
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| Please don’t wait too long
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| Please don’t wait too long
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| Makes me crazy
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| Hearing you go on about the
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| «So much for bleached nostalgia…» |