| Here we go, doing nothing again.
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| You can come if you’d like,
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| but please don’t bring your friends.
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| Action man’s gone to the cleaners,
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| Barbie is working the streets,
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| they took her in, with a handful of sweets.
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| What can you do? |
| What can you say?
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| They give me disease on the medium wave.
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| I’ve got things to do, people to see
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| I’ve got no time, please don’t bother me…
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| They put all the books on the bonfire,
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| Two-thousand years in a flame.
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| I run like a horse in a fairground,
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| Rewind me and play me again.
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| Once I was a boy, which seems funny to me.
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| Yes, I threw my stones, read my books, climbed those trees.
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| What can I say to you mister?
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| Yes, I’ve been drinking again.
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| You can beat my brains, but don’t kiss me again.
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| I’ve always been like this, since I was young,
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| I’m a truculent bigot, I revel in scum.
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| We used to converse, so long ago,
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| Now we’re existing in a personal hell
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| They put all the books on the bonfire,
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| two-thousand years in a flame.
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| I run like a horse in a fairground,
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| rewind me and play me again.
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| How’d you feel? |
| I can’t use my eyes…
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| What you say?
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| Thanks for my surprise…
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| I wasn’t listening, I didn’t know.
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| Tell me what happened, where did I go?
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| I’m pulling my hair, I lay on the floor
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| The paper’s aren’t funny, not funny no more.
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| They put all the books on the bonfire,
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| two-thousand years in a flame.
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| Yes, I run like a horse in a fairground,
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| rewind me and play me again.
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| Oh, I wasn’t listening, I didn’t know.
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| Tell me what happened, where did I go?
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| I’m pulling my hair, I lay on the floor,
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| the paper’s aren’t funny, not funny no more.
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| I’ve always been like this, since I was young,
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| I’m a truculent bigot, I revel in scum.
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| You can beat my brains, beat my brains, beat my brains,
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| But don’t kiss me again. |