Tell me your weakness
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Oh I keep it a secret
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Oh come on just one vice
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Okay, it’s vodka on ice
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But then there’s women on bikes
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Or just the women who straddle
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Oh now you are a handful
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I forgot about handfuls
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Tell me your fears
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Okay, it’s everyone here
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You mean just all of the people?
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Yeah, and all of their peers
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And all of their pets, and their chandeliers
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And their cigarettes
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I haven’t smoked in years!
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I can hardly stand the sight. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the sound. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the taste. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the smell. |
(Of it all)
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Talk about space
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Well, it’s a beautiful place!
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But it’s so damn cold!
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Sure, for the human race
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But for the planets and the stars
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And everything else and Mars
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It’s like paradise
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Spread out with a butter knife
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I can hardly stand the sight. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the sound. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the taste. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the smell. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand, I can hardly stand!
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And they don’t even know
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Everyone’s f-d and they don’t even know
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Everyone’s f-d
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Everyone’s f-d
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Everyone’s f-d
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Everyone’s f-d and they don’t even know
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Everyone’s f-d and they don’t even know
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They don’t even know
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They don’t even know
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I can hardly stand the sight. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the sound. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the taste. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand the smell. |
(Of it all)
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I can hardly stand, I can hardly stand!
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Everybody’s f-d and they don’t even know
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Everybody’s fucked and they don’t even know |