| Well your bands not great
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| And you’ve all got cheap guitars
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| And you’re lining up backstage
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| Using your oyster cards
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| You could be my girl on the scene
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| We’d make the covers of the magazines
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| But I’d rather get a fork through the spleen
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| Than take you home with me
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| Right click save, oh right click save
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| I’ll take the best of you, and toss the rest away
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| Right click save, oh right click save
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| I’m getting out of here before mistakes get made
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| Well your hair’s quite cool
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| And you play the synthesizers well
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| But you sing out of tune
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| And you’ve got the ego from hell
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| You could be my girl on the scene
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| We’d get front row at London Fashion Week
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| But I’d rather get a fork through the spleen
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| Than take you home with me
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| Right click save, oh right click save
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| I’ll take the best of you, and toss the rest away
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| Right click save, oh right click save
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| Show me a bent excuse and I’ll make it straight
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| Shift delete, sweet shift delete
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| I’ve got a shortcut for all eventualities
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| Right click save, oh right click save
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| I’ll take the best of you and toss the rest away
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| Away
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| And all, that I know
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| Is that it gets harder, harder
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| To say, to say no
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| And it gets harder, harder
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| And all, that I know
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| Is that it gets harder, harder
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| To right click save, oh right click save
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| I’ll take the best of you and toss the rest away
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| Away |