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Wake up, your tongues like a Yellow Sock
You tell me your down on you luck
It's nothing to do with me
Get out, the deep heat won't save you
Then you demand some booze
It's nothing to do with me
You think your perfect
But you know your just the same
Your only happy when you have someone to blame
Say, we've gotta get away
Perhaps on a holiday
Theres nothing to do round here
Say, we've gotta get away
Perhaps on a holiday
Theres nothing to do round here
Betray, it seems the only way
We will get away
It's nothing to do with me
What we need, Is some of that green
Back to basics is what i mean
It's all or nothing to me
You think your perfect
But you know your just the same
Your only happy when you have someone to blame
Say, we've gotta get away
Perhaps on a holiday
Theres nothing to do round here
Say, we've gotta get away
Perhaps on a holiday
Theres nothing to do round here
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