| Ok, flattery will get you everywhere
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| We’re bored and frankly we are tired of waiting
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| Might as well have used our talent for something
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| When that time comes, we’ll fight bonfire crowds
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| Will he write your name with sparklers,
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| If he writes your name at all?
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| Oh, he’ll spell your name right
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| Get off before the ship goes down
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| Get off before the ship sinks
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| Everyone shows their true forms at festivals
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| Get the bold and the bored and the loosely attached
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| Getting harder to play or playing harder to get or something
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| And now it’s out, he’s hanging in doubt
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| He almost looks guilty like you’re checking him out
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| And I’ll be standing on the barriers
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| Spitting into microphones to little effect
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| When that time comes, we’ll fight bonfire crowds
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| Will he write your name with sparklers
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| If he writes your name at all?
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| Oh, he’ll spell your name right
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| Get off before the ship goes down
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| Get off before the ship sinks
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| Precious I might be, at least these memories I keep
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| you need your wine, you need your sleep
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| And how the stock room sucks you in, I know
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| was so perfectly staged, wasted lifetimes in days
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| Where is my heaviness? | 
| I think I’m losing control
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| Cheap blue kisses we stole, where is my heaviness?
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| Get out before the ship goes down
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| Get off before the ship sinks |