| Suddenly there’s a knock at your head
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| Don’t let them in because they’re trying to take your TV set
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| Happiness is the ball in your hand
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| You’ve got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
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| Creosote is pouring out of my brain
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| I swear I heard the floorboards, they were creaking your name
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| Get a room, get ahead, get a hat
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| We’re going to hell anyway, let’s travel first class
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| Cut through the city on a Saturday night
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| Watching the boys on their motorbikes
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| I wanna be like those guys
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| I wanna wear my clothes tight
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| With Matching jackets and a fistful of notes
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| New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes
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| Pneumothorax is a word that is long
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| They’re just trying to put some punk back into punctured lung
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| Panic over, party off, party on Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
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| Cut through the city on a Saturday night
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| Over your heads like a satellite
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| I wanna see what they see
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| I wanna love you like crazy
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| Those cameras are pointing right at your face
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| Can see into your room from outer space
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| Cut through the city on a Saturday night
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| It’s not the size of the man in the fight
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| I wanna know what that does
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| I wanna show you what matters
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| Cause it’s the size of the fight in the man
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| That makes the difference and decides who is champ
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| Cut through the city on a Saturday night
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| Cause you and me are on the edge of a knife
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| Cut through the city on a Saturday night
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| I asked your mother and she said it’s alright
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| We’re getting married when we’re thirty
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| I wanna do it on your birthday
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| Cause I don’t wanna waste a moment with you
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| Oh I just wanna dance the whole night through
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| Cut through the city on a Saturday night
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| Cause you and me are on the edge of a knife |