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Look at that, what a treat |
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Like winter without any sleet |
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It's getting late but we're still on our feet |
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Let's stay awake so |
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I can hear you speak |
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Look at that, what a shame |
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So many words follow his name |
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None of them are complimentary |
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None of them are anything but grief |
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We make it harder |
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Harder than it needs to be |
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But it makes us happy |
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Like happy used to be |
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The week is long but the strong are the weak |
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It's getting late but we're still on our feet |
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Let's stay awake so |
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I can hear you speak |
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Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep |
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Look at that, what a shock |
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Didn't care if you were ready or not |
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What a boy, what a fool, what a cheat |
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But you can tell that there is love in my deceit |
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We make it harder |
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Harder than it needs to be |
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But it makes us happy |
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Like happy used to be |
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The week is long but the strong are the weak |
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It's getting late but we're still on our feet |
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Let's stay awake so |
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I can hear you speak |
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Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep |
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The week is long but the strong are the weak |
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It's getting late but we're still on our feet |
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Let's stay awake so |
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I can hear you speak |
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Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep |
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Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep |
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Let's got to bed but let's not go to sleep |
