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N. Finn |
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Even ships of the night |
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Send out the alarm |
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My face is turning white |
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In case of emergency |
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I wonder if I might slow down rest up |
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I'd like to get away |
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If my doctor lets me |
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Here in my waiting room |
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I'm pacing nervously |
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But I'm no give-away |
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Deep down messed up |
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Hit town dressed up |
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To the nines, to the nines, to the nines, to the nines |
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Some people pop a pill, when they feel exposed |
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Long as I'm dressed to kill |
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I'll make sure no-one knows |
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Disguised in fancy-dress |
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Deep down, messed up |
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Hit town dressed up |
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To the nines, to the nines, to the nines, my disguise |
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(mind your step) |
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Deep down, messed up |
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Hit town dressed up |
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To the nines, to the nines, to the nines, to the nines |
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To the nines, to the nines, to the nines, my disguise |
