| Here comes your song, it’s on the radio
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| Here comes your song, here comes your song
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| Everybody in the backseat, come and sing along
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| We’re fucked, we’re fucked
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| There’s been an accident, somebody stole your face
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| We’re fucked, we’re fucked
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| You were always something else, there’s nothing to replace
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| You got some shit to throw out
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| You got some numbers to erase
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Ringing all night, it’s slower than the bar
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| How do you spell
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| Look way around or replace those numbers?
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| Here comes your song, it’s on the stereo
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| So turn it on, so turn it up
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| Everybody in the backseat’s about to throw up
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| We’re fucked, we’re fucked
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| There’s been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby
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| We’re fucked, we’re fucked
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| Fuck, you walked in a piece, this isn’t war and peace
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| You were always good enough
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| There was nothing to replace
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| You got some shit to throw out
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| You got some numbers to erase
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| You got names to forget
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| Plus some people to call
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| There was nothing to replace
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| You’ve been good enough all along
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| You just got settled in
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| And you wanna get down
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| And feel like you are loved
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| Feel like you are loved
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| Nobody’s mad at you
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| These people love you
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| And they wanna see you are bein' strong
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| Wanna see you are bein' strong
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| So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers
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| So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers
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| So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers
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| So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
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| The names and the phone
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| Here comes your song, it’s on the stereo
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| Here comes your song, it’s on the radio
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| Here comes your song, here comes your song
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| We’re fucked, we’re fucked
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| And hung up alone |