Oh, the sun drenched French girls won't relate
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To a frozen glare from the Northern State
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Dreamin' of fat happy babies
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Kickin' ladies on the Metro now
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And the mirrors won't sing back divine
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Be it choppin your hair or choppin a line
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But you laugh-crack-up they
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Laugh-crack up and smile
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Whoo! Alright - let's fall apart
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And the clock starts tickin now
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Tick tick tick tick tick tick OW!
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She said 'your allegory is far too blunt'
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I said 'this ain't no laboratory your the cunt'
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She said 'emotional distance, it doesn't rhyme
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or resonate brilliance from in it's time'
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But is it lyrical genius or crap rock poetry?
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I say the lineage runs Morrison, Patti Smyth and me
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But maybe the reason we're so uninspired
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Is cuz the hour is late and the bodies are tired
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I think everyone here can agree
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That a party ain't great cuz the booze is free
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Naw the free spirits ain't settin' no one's spirits free
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Yeah! Uh huh, I'm falling apart
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And the clock starts here and now
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Tick tick tick tick OW!
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Wind it up now
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People don't dance no more
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They just stand there like this:
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They cross their arms and stare you down
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And drink and moan and diss
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People don't dance no more
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They just stand there like this:
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They cross their arms and stare you down
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And drink and moan and diss
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People don't dance no more
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They just stand there like this:
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They cross their arms and stare you down
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And drink and moan and diss
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People don't dance no more
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They just stand there like this:
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They cross their arms and stare you down
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and drink and moan and diss
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I used to think life's a bitter pill, but its a grand old time
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Whoo! Alright - Yeah... Uh Huh.
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The Rapture |