| Currently residing in the 'Where Are They Now' file,
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| burnt out and in denial.
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| Throwing shapes at the mirror with your hair brush, singing along
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| to «Ever Fallen in Love» by
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| End up working in the Domino’s Pizza,
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| shades on, incognito.
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| Turned down for the managers position for carrying on.
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| Where the Fonz left off in the sixties.
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| They’re freaking me out,
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| vultures are circling now.
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| The end of the world,
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| it’s only the end of the world.
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| There’s no need to start freaking out.
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| Last seen holding up a Seven Eleven,
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| strung out, disheveled.
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| They could tell it was a water pistol, the cops turned up
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| before you drew any blood, but that’s just your luck.
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| They’re freaking me out,
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| vultures are circling now.
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| The end of the world,
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| it’s only the end of the world.
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| There’s no need to start freaking out, it’s just the end of time.
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| They’re freaking me out…
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| Accident, emergency, just talk to me,
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| smile if you still can.
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| Don’t let the bastards get you down,
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| theres more to life than Tequila,
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| girl, these visions of your name in flowers.
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| Smile for deliverance.
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| Happy fucking Christmas soldier,
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| long time no forgiveness.
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| It’s raining planets,
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| it’s only the end of the world. |