| No relief on the timeline
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| Nothing but dead bodies
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| Illuminati amongst the waistline
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| And if you’re not down
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| You’re coming up chewing on the bass line
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| Saturday to Sunday, Monday
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| Superman dropping kryptonite
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| And you plead summer forever
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| Nothing better than playing bad boys in good weather
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| And I’m sure your crew will always stay together
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| Living on the thrill of now or never
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| Yeah you just roll and smoke and scroll
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| Better to be half-cut than overgrown
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| And I see body on body, but no soul
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| 'Cause they’d take three in the club over one at home
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| Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
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| Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
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| Easy riding
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| Stick to skulling if the pull is your forté
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| Stuck into loving, man, she’s sick of the foreplay
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| Easy riding
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| You reek of ambition
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| But it’s such a shame you’re so plagued with indecision
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| And you can hear the doubt inside but there’s no need to listen
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| Hit the town again, man, there’s nights you can’t be missing
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| Yeah you just roll and smoke and scroll
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| Better to be half-cut than overgrown
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| And I see body on body, but no soul
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| 'Cause they’d take three in the club over one at home
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| Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
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| Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
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| Easy riding
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| Stick to skulling if the pull is your forté
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| Stuck into loving, man, she’s sick of the foreplay
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| Easy riding
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| Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
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| Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
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| Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
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| Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
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| Easy riding
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| Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
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| Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
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| Easy riding
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| Stick to skulling if the pull is your forté
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| Stuck into loving, man, she’s sick of the foreplay
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| Easy riding |