| It should be easy
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| Plain sailing away
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| Dream in sunsets
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| Oh, give me a break
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| Tied up in daisy chains
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| Only myself to blame
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| You could call it selfish, call it what you want
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| I don't need it to escape the nasty
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| I want feelings, not something plastic
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| Some mumbled lines I can't make out
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| Not weighed up to the decimal
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| It's written on my shower screen
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| A message from the winning team
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| And when I read it, hands gon'
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| Push me on my finger, now alright
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| Said oh, you got it, you got it good
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| Come only, come only as you are
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| You got it, you got it good
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| Should be simple
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| Drip, drop and it's gone
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| No much, just a little
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| It's not what I want
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| Throw out the daisy chains
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| Move on to better days
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| You can call me melodramatic
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| Could call me what you want
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| I don't need it to escape the nasty
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| I want feelings, not something plastic
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| Some mumbled lines I can't make out
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| Not weight up to the decimal
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| It's written on my shower screen
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| A message from the winning team
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| And when I read it, hands gone
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| Push me on my finger, I write
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| Said oh, you got it, you got it good
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| Come only, come only as you are
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| You got it, you got it good
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| Said oh, you got it, you got it good
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| Come only, come only as you are
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| You got it, you got it good
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| It should be simple, should be easy
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| Should be simple, but it never is |