| 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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| Kissing boys and pretending to care
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| Oh it’s the faculty of fears
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| It’s the faculty of fears
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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 fears
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| It’s the faculty of fears
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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 down 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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| Another cold night down on the mare
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| Kissing boys and pretending to care
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| Oh it’s the faculty of fears
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| It’s the faculty of fears
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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 fears
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| It’s the faculty of fears
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| Don’t you feel better 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
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| Another cold night down on the mare
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| Kissing boys and pretending to care
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| Oh it’s the faculty of fears
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| It’s the faculty of fears
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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 fears
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| It’s the faculty of fears |