| Straight to the mouth
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| Fits of electricity
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| Loops of the hero
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| Stares us down
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| Passive revolution
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| My eyes are spinning
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| If it’s on a Monday
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| And I’m trying
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| Don’t you want to be
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| I’m better choking sorely hopeless
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| It don’t matter which way
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| Ah one two one two fat Archer
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| So on time when you’re leaving
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| Could you ever known
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| Beat it up inside
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| With the lights left on
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| And I just don’t care so I left alone
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| If it’s on a Monday
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| And I’m trying
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| Don’t you want to be
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| We want what’s holding out
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| If it’s on a Monday
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| And I’m trying
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| Don’t you want to be
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| I’m better hoping a sour sweetness
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| Ring my eyes
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| And a sorely hopeless every day
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| It don’t matter about what you say
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| I mean would you doubt it
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| I better say which way |