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new numbers |
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Stand
before it to the nines |
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Hurry
up and get in line |
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They've
got your ashes scattered |
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Before
you even burn |
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Blasting
off for baby town |
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Wearing
cars like angel gowns |
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Even
though I'm wearin' tatters |
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I
just can't wait my turn |
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CHORUS: |
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'Cause
I've got |
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New
numbers don't understand |
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New
numbers I'm gettin' out of hand |
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New
numbers countin' on me for |
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New
numbers |
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Oh
your body still behaves |
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Standard
issue mindless slave |
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Somebody
gave you your papers |
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You
just stuck around |
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Now
I wanna make a scene |
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Interrupt
your magazine |
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You're
all so tucked in and tapered |
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I'd
only let you down |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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I
took the last train home and I, |
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I
can't remember the faces |
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I'm
adding up possibilities |
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How's
the view at twenty paces |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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New
numbers |
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New
numbers |