| Go glam, the conqueror worm
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| Defender of the American way
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| A friend to the weak, the smug, the huddled thugs
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| A waste of money, it’s sad but true
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| But in the morning it’ll feel all right
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| Chart a course with magnetic strips for our broken hearts
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| We are screaming towing the line
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| And disposable by design
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| Get lovely, lovely, lovely, my girl
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| I don’t wanna be the one to tell you
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| The luckiest, luckiest, luckiest world
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| Is the one between your eyes
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| Imagine, imagine if we, we were thin
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| In the crown of the conqueror worm
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| And as time pens down
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| We’ll say that we’ll always feel this way
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| Shock to the heart and away we go
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| And if you wake up in the morning and it still feels wrong
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| Then put your money in the sad machines
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| For bombs, punks and tiger teams
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| Wear heavy metal pants for the labelin' head
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| Who can blame it on the band
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| Who killed themselves next door
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| For just another little chance to love a lie
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| I say they loved a lie
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| And we will kick them straight down the line
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| With a conscience clear of mind
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| So get lovely, lovely, lovely, my girl |
| I don’t wanna be the one to tell you
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| The luckiest, luckiest, luckiest world
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| Is the one between your eyes
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| Imagine, imagine if we we were thin
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| In the torch of the conqueror worm
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| And as time pens down
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| We’ll say that we’ll always feel this way
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| Hey, hey
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| So get lovely, lovely, lovely, my girl
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| I don’t wanna be the one to tell you
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| The luckiest, luckiest, luckiest world
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| Is the one between your eyes
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| Imagine, imagine if we we were thin
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| In the mouth of the conqueror worm
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| And as time pens down
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| We’ll say that we’ll always feel this way
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| Hold on, the conqueror worm
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| And screw your courage to the hardest part
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| They’re only looking for
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| An open chance to break your heart |