Like stilettos on the parquet
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Chops chops the woodpecker
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The guys are on the spot (this) and take the neck bounce (wait)
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Sweat on the forehead, sweat on the forehead
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Rude and jerk handsome and danna
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Hatching a plan
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We drink cod liver oil (delicious) it's the same
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Staining teeth leaking braces (tired friends) wake them up
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Fooling with them (feeding them)
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Brushing teeth (right in bed)
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Shappas on no beats 'a all those who are standing in front of the stairs
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Relax it will be just fine
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Just come to dad]
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Fear of heights, take the circular staircase up in the tower
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Going up to relax up in the tower
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Up to stop the clock up in the tower
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It will be good to let go. |
up
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Up-up in the tower, good overview from the tower
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Looking down, it's going down, the view is top
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At a quarter to twelve on the clock
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Up to stop the clock
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Something has stopped the clock
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No one can stop the clock
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One leg in the trench, the other leg on loose ground
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Running and its legs are thrown like a loose dog
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Sitting on the bike, just trying to pedal around
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Speaks own language that Nell fuckers think is a deaf mute
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And Kevin now throws catchy rants
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Sure masa it's scary good then
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Hade 'a, if you need no drama
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I watch TV, I hang out with the girl
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Under the radar, coming from Dunderdal
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I hate no prodigy I'm a thorough fuck
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The subtle karn, is very underground lit lundekvam
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While the sense of place says you are at home
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And the voices in the hat say you should vote
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They say I have become stricter
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But the strings between me and friends have grown longer
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It goes one way then it turns
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You are riding the wave but on the way down it capsizes
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Thought I was bored but I need it
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I thought I was fine, but now it's dawning
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Shit, here's the buckle and the ladies
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And ladies, here are men with bad habits
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More good and bad than you know
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A bone in the grave you're digging
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It is light and heavy
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It's easy to be cheeky and young
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It's motherfucking light and full and heavy
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Loitering away, fat and round
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Steak in the barrel, sauce in the mouth
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Be generous for a while and become stingy again
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You scream words I whisper them
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I showed it, you hold on tight but lose it
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Gets pissed off and pisses down
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You have to hold the mask and find some cardboard and wave it |