| Hello, hello, I need you to know
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| I don’t love you enough for mindless sorrow
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| I’m really grateful for all that we had
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| But all good things must come to an end, and now I’m sad
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| Another year on, another year off
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| We flicked a switch and licked our lips, it’s never enough
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| Expensive tastes and filthy rumours at last
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| Spend your weekend in the sink erasing your past
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| Here we go, new tempo
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| Make another song for the radio
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| Don’t sit back or fall behind
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| 'Cause the gatekeepers are less than kind
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| Check your numbers, they don’t lie
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| Draw back and shoot the sky
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| Tiny apple on someone’s head
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| Don’t slip or someone’s dead
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| This is a heart attack, this is a heart attack
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| This is a heart attack
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| This is a heart attack, this is a heart attack
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| This is a heart attack
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| Hello, hello, I need you to know
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| I have no time to read your manifesto
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| You suck me in like waves on the sea
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| But all the voices in my head say «Climb that palm tree!»
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| Well-educated, but manners you lack
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| Many close associates, not one’s got your back
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| Terrific fingers, I wish they were mine
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| You’re breaking hearts on the assembly line
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| Here we go, new tempo
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| Make another song for the radio
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| Don’t sit back or fall behind
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| 'Cause the gatekeepers are less than kind
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| Check your numbers, they don’t lie
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| Draw back and shoot the sky
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| Tiny apple on someone’s head
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| Don’t slip or someone’s dead
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| This is a heart attack, this is a heart attack
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| This is a heart attack
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| This is a heart attack, this is a heart attack
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| This is a heart attack |