| The temptation is all too great
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| To know it’s gone and it’s all too late
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| I tried and I tried, but I never applied
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| To any of the morals that I wish I had
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| You wait 50 whole weeks
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| Through all of your hides and all of your seeks
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| When the time finally arrives
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| It dawns on me that your attention derives
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| From the girlfriend that you left at home
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| Sitting in the living room all alone
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| You hate the suntan
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| And you can’t stand to be around the short sleeved man
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| And the gaggle of girls that are singing too loud
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| Well, they do my head in
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| You hate the tattoos
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| And you can’t handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot handle the booze
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| They’re making you scared to be proud
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| Yeah, you’re scared to be proud
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| I cannot still be
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| Come and sing your heart out with me
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| But if you bide your time and you stand there and you wait in line
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| It won’t be long before her sarong is lying on your bedroom floor
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| But what about the girlfriend that you left at home
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| Sitting in the living room all alone
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| You hate the suntan
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| And you can’t stand to be around the short sleeved man
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| And the gaggle of girls that are singing too loud
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| Well, they do my head in
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| You hate the tattoos
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| And you can’t handle the skinheads the ones who cannot handle their booze
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| They’re making you scared to be proud
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| Oh, is that still allowed?
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| You’re scared to be proud
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| When you’re on cloud #9
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| And the girlfriend that you left at home
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| Sitting in the living room all alone
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| You hate the suntan
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| And you can’t stand to be around the short sleeved man
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| And the gaggle of girls that are singing too loud
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| Well, they fucking do my head in
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| You hate the tattoos
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| And you can’t handle the skinheads the ones who cannot handle their booze
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| They’re making you scared to be proud
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| Oh, you’re scared to be proud
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| Oh, is that still allowed?
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| When you’re on cloud #9 |