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I am bottled fizzy water
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And you were shaking me up
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You are a fingernail running
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Down the chalkboard I thought
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I left in third grade
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Now my only consolation
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Is that this could not last forever
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Even though you're
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Singing and thinking how well
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You've got it made
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Who are you?
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And will you be through
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Yeah, it's just a phase
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It will be over soon
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Yeah, it's just a phase
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Yeah, it's just a phase
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Call it women's intuition
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But I think I'm
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Onto something here
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Temporaryism has been
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The black plague
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And the Jesus of our age
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I know that
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I sound opinionated
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May be biased and
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Quite possibly jaded
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But sooner than later
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They'll be throwing quarters
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At you on the stage
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Who are you?
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And will you be through
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Yeah, it's just a phase
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It will be over soon
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Yeah, it's just a phase
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Yeah, it's just a phase
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And I am waiting for
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It to be over too
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just a phase
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incubus |