| Indie boys are neurotic
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| Makes my eyes bleed
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| Tight black pants, exotic
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| Some loving is what I need
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| But, hey, I’m startin' to feel okay
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| Lucky number nine, hooray
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| Sepia on the staircase
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| Mirror in the back of my brain
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| Makes these hard pants feel great
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| I used to like to complain
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| But, hey, I’m startin' to feel okay
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| Lucky number nine, hooray
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| Bloody Mary, mother of God
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| Grandpa’s on the hobby horse again
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| Tamping, broken pants chaffing
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| I’m running out of ethnic friends
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| But, hey, I’m startin' to feel okay
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| Lucky number nine, hooray |