| Can’t see no ceremony to swear you in
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| They do proceedings in disguise
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| They turned you off and turned you on again
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| Yeah they’re the power supply
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| And now it’s in your head
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| Well maybe you’re just worthy for the single bed
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| Consequence
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| Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
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| Consequence
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| No need for internet or telephone
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| Consequence
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| Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
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| No performance necessary
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| If you’re making your own demise
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| You can be a dog for the cemetery
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| Or a pussy with nine lives
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| Well no judgement
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| But lately you’ve been howling to your detriment
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| Consequence
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| Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
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| Consequence
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| No need for internet or telephone
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| Consequence
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| Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
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| Yeah
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| Just tell yourself it’s overrated it ain’t love that you’re in aid of
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| Yeah
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| And when your ignorance has faded saddle up or stay sedated
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Consequence
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| Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
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| Consequence
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| No need for internet or telephone
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| Consequence
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| Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
|
| Consequence
|
| Those Saturdays well they feel so alone
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| Consequence
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| No need for internet or telephone
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| Consequence
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| Oh, well I hate to say I told you so
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| Oh, well I hate to say I told you so |