| With low hope and little charm
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| I squeeze a little lime into a massive rum
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| You were my fuse box, you controlled my mood
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| What bliss it was to have nothing to prove
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| When all I really needed was sex and question marks
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| Life was euphoric when we didn’t know much
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| And now I’m a ghost and you’ve lost your spark
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| What happened, oh, what happened to us?
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| With low hope and little charm
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| We hogged a cigarette and over-think where it went so wrong
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| You were my Swiss watch, we made our moves on cue
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| What bliss it was to have something to lose
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| When all I really needed was sex and question marks
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| Life was euphoric when we didn’t know much
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| And now I’m a ghost and you’ve lost your spark
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| What happened oh, what happened to us?
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| What happened oh, what happened to us?
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| To us…
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| Oh, what happened to us?
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| To us…
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| Oh, what happened, oh, what happened to us? |