| Just grant me one last request and take me out for a drive
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| And I’ll store my eternal unrest between my shirts and ties
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| I wanna go where the action is 'cause I’ve seen the places to hide
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| Stamp that pedal through the floor now, love
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| We’re running out of time
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| Yeah, we’re running out of time
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| What a beautiful night to be an unexploded bomb
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| Let’s not apologise for who we are or what we’ve done
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| And if it all goes west, just promise me a microphone
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| And I’ll sing with pride
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| I am the unexploded
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| I am the unexploded bomb
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| Just grant me one more request and remove the disguise
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| I’d live in a little black dress if I had those thighs
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| I wanna go where the action is, where the lightning strikes twice
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| Throw your makeup out the window, love
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| We’re running out of time
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| Yeah, we’re running out of time
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| What a beautiful night to be an unexploded bomb
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| Let’s not apologise for who we are or what we’ve done
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| And if it all goes west, just promise me a microphone
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| And I’ll sing with pride
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| I am the unexploded
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| I am the unexploded
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| Nothing’s ever unexpected
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| Nothing’s a surprise
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| When you’re a disenchanted golfer losing lust for life
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| What a beautiful night
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| What a beautiful night to be an unexploded bomb
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| Let’s not apologise for who we are or what we’ve done
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| And if it all goes west, just promise me a microphone
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| And I’ll sing with pride
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| I am the unexploded
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| I am the unexploded bomb
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| I am the unexploded bomb
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| I am the unexploded bomb |