| Well I used to know a man,
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| who met a girl who stole his hand
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| and then his soul, oh no.
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| So this domesticated man,
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| he lost his heart and then he lost his friends
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| 'cause he was always at home.
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| Awoooooo, domesticated man.
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| So he went off to work
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| every day in a shitty car he didn’t like,
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| but he bought 'cause he was bored with his life.
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| Oh and his shitty wife,
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| she joined a club just to fill the time
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| when she wasn’t complaining to him.
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| Awoooooo, domesticated man.
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| Awoooooo, domesticated man.
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| Well I used to know a man,
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| who got bossed by a bitch but he told her to leave,
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| he ain’t no-one you can change.
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| Now he walks around the town,
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| knows everyone and he has a good old time,
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| don’t have to sell your soul for a beautiful girl. |
| No.
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| Awoooooo, domesticated man.
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| Awoooooo, domesticated man. |