| Well I’ve seen so many
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| And I’ve known so many
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| Ashtray sunshines, make you swallow up your mind
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| And when he hands you a party, tells ya not to move 'cause you’re
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| Following somebody
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| But you’ve already got a quick look at the lovely, to the left of the stairs,
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| Losing all of his money, singing
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| Come on, come on tell me that you want it
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| Leave it, leave it if you want to leave it.
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| I got the days, you got the nights
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| We could turn the tide, its gonna be alright
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| Come On!
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| I got the days you got the nights
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| I got the days, its gonna be alright
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| And I was spinning, dancing around with women,
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| Talking loud into the crowd,
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| I can’t remember what happened next then
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| Everybody has gone home from the plastic party
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| Your eyes don’t seem so wide my babe and your hairs all messed
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| And your dress has been laid, your singing
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| Come on,
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| I got the days you got got the days, we got the days,
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| Its gonna be alright.
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| Shindig party,
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| Magazine beauty,
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| Bully McTV like the airbrushed movies,
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| Got Ritalin junkies,
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| And social butterflies,
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| Skinny jeans on the icicle thighs,
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| They got the big bad bouncers,
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| And little bony boys,
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| Billions of bucks,
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| And they ain’t' never been employed,
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| Lets take a pen to the high class wall,
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| Stick the revolution to the bathroom stall.
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| (Come on, tell me that you want it, stick the revolution) |