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My Insatiable One |
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In the high life, i've got this feeling now |
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I've got this horrible feeling |
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On the escalator they took it out on him |
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As the ridiculous world went |
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Oh he is gone |
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He's my insatiable one |
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Oh he is gone |
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He's my insatiable one...oh |
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On the high wire, dressed in a leotard |
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There wobbles one hell of a retard |
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On the escalator |
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We sh*t paracetemol |
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As the ridiculous world goes by |
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Oh he is gone |
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He's my insatiable one |
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Oh he is gone |
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He's my insatiable one |
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Clowns |
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Take a look at us |
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Hate where there was lust |
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The trip like honey |
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But lust don't mean a thing |
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When all we do is shout and scream |
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It's almost funny |
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We're like clowns |
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Tumbled into town now |
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Love is on its way down now |
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It's such a lonely sound |
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Mouths that once exchanged |
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Kisses in the rain |
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Are full of pain now |
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It all seems so absurd |
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When every sentence and every word |
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It's so painful |
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We like clowns |
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Tumbled into town now |
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Love is on its way down now |
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Such a lonely sound |
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Clowns |
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Faces with painted frowns now |
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Sat on a merry-go-round now |
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Such a lonely sound... |
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It Was A Very Good Year |
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When i was seventeen |
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It was a very good year |
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It was a very good year |
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For small town girls |
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And soft summer nights |
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We'd hide from the lights |
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On the village green |
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When i was seventeen |
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When i was twenty-one |
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It was a very good year |
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It was a very good year for city girls |
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Who lived up the stair |
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With all that perfumed hair |
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And it came undone |
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When i was twenty-one |
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When i was thirty-five |
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It was a very good year |
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It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls |
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Of independent means |
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We'd ride in limousines |
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Their chauffeurs would drive |
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When i was thirty-five |
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But now the days grow short |
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I'm in the autumn of the year |
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And now i think of my life as vintage wine |
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From fine old kegs |
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From the brim to the dregs |
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And it poured sweet and clear |
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It was a very good year |
