| Seen it spit it out
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| Out of all control
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| Nothing call things calls out
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| Spit it out, spit it out
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| Spit till all she die
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| When the world shut up
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| When the ???
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| Spit it out, spit it out
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| And it gets to the English coast
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| To the place you love the most
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| And his spirit is on boats
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| I think I’m feeling out, out, out
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| Feeling out, feeling out, feeling out
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| And they guess to guessing games
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| Where there no one knows their names
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| Guess no one’s going home, home
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| Staying out, out, out
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| Staying out, staying out, staying out
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| What do we do now, what do we do now?
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| What do we do now, what do we do now?
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| Come out, come out
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| It’s gonna get easier
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| From the heart
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| Oh, come out, come out
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| It’s gonna get easier somehow
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| What do we do now, what do we do now?
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| What do we do now, what do we do now?
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| And it’s hard now darling, to the dreams
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| I could try here ??? |
| down to our knees
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| What do we do now, what do we do now?
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| What do we do now, what do we do now?
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| Spit it out, spit it out
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| Spit it out, spit it out
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| Spit it out, spit it out, out, out |