(Borg, Dregen)
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1, 2, 3, 4
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Look at you, man, look at the band
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Look at the day, don't throw it away
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I need a pill and a coffee re-fill
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And everything is gonna be alright
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I swear
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Look at your cat and your eighty square flat
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Look at your view over Stockholm's Zoo
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Maybe you're wrong but maybe I'm right
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`Cause I guess I'm born black and white
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You know you could be a rock n' roll star
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No matter who you are
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It's all the same
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`Cause you're a real dead end
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That's what you are
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Believe I'm gonna have myself a ball
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And I don't care if you don´t like
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How I act when I'm on top of your wife
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I'm going down, I'm running up
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I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
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So hold your fire, I'm coming through
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I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
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Now everybody wanna dance with you
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I cannot dance `cause my boots are stuck with glue
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Everybody wanna talk too much
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But all I want is you
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Look at your amount on your credit card account
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A billion dollar tour but I just go for
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Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups
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`Cause everything is gonna be alright, right
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Well, I said, right, right, right
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That´s what you are
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That's what you are
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Believe I'm gonna have myself a ball
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And I don't care if you don't like
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How I act when I'm on top of your wife
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I'm going down, I'm running up
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I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
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So hold your fire, I'm coming through
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I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
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I'm going down, I'm running up
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I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
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So hold your fire, I'm coming through
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I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
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Now everybody wanna dance with you
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I cannot dance `cause my boots are stuck with glue
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Everybody wanna talk too much
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But all I want is you
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Yeah, all I want is you
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So why can't I have you
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Look at You
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