| Hey believe me, I have seen your sort before
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| You’re all over history like dust on the kitchen floor
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| (Tell me more)
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| Your lips are moving, you go on and on and on and on and on
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| You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don’t swing it at me
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| Cuz it’s not for me, no I disagree
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| Cuz I heard you before when you said
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| There is a hole in your heart and it’s bleeding
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| You dress up for Armageddon
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| I dress up for summer
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| Yeah!
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| Hey and now you got their attention
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| You know, you gotta keep 'em believing
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| but as a matter of fact, what they believe you’re not
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| Believing no more (Tell tell tell tell tell tell me more)
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| I hear you’re one in a million (tell me more)
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| But there’s a million of you (tell, tell me more)
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| You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don’t swing it at me
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| It’s not for me, no I disagree
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| Cuz I heard you before when you said
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| There is a hole in your heart and it’s bleeding
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| You dress up for Armageddon
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| I dress up for summer
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| Who is the man with the microphone?
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| Today he is here but tomorrow he is gone
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| But I disagree
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| And I heard you before when you said
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| There is a hole in your heart and it’s bleeding
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| You dress up for Armageddon
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| I dress up for summer
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| You feel tortured and filled with regret
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| You say life is void of meaning
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| Are they not sick of you yet?
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| Man that’s such, man that’s such a bummer |