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She was born on a Monday Night |
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In my head, for my eyes |
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In a theorem of Pythagoras |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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Fall asleep on the train |
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Mr J, he rots your brains |
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You're not fun lest you pick up the pace |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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Another cold night down on the mare |
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Kissin boys and pretending to care |
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Oh it's the faculty of tears |
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It's the faculty of tears |
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And if your heart's screaming, "take me home! |
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Then hail a cab and please turn off your phone |
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Oh it's the faculty of tears |
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It's the faculty of tears |
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Drop your scarf in the mud |
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Slacker Jack and coffee mugs |
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Is your dorm room a romantic place |
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Oh tell me, is it? |
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All the hits and your favorite songs |
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Through your ears and sown your sarong |
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If he's evil then why does he kiss? |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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Don't you feel bette standing on you own? |
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Sometimes it's better in your slutty crone |
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Listen to Lucia, a favored friend |
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Pamala, sing for me |
