| Talk of the weekend, slow down
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| And maybe it’s that I should be so you can flow
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| Shapes take shapes
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| Talk of the deep end, slow down
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| You should break you’ve always got your fingers in your
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| Your mouth
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| No choice now but it’s clear
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| Come on, deep end, slow down
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| Take a break, that you wanted in your
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| In your house
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| Lions, then the donkeys go by
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| Then daddy’s robbing into your bed kid
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| Your vacant days
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| Did you ever fall down?
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| Did you ever calm down?
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| And to know still you cave in
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| And to know still you cave in
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| (All the way)
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| No choice now but it’s clear
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| Talk of the weekend, slow down
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| Then maybe it’s so I should leave so you can draw into shapes
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| Oh come on, deep end, slow down
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| One day these robbers woke up into your vacant
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| Your vacant days, days, days, days, days, days
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| (Talk of the weekend, talk of the weekend)
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| There’s one, got no reply, no reply
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| One, there’s no reply, no reply, no reply, no reply
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| No reply, no
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| Did you ever fall down?
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| Did you ever calm down?
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| And to know still you cave in
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| And to know still you cave in |