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AInhibitions, televisions
Clicking through whatever weather Aaugyou know
That your mind lets you know I know better
But F#mI, I want to see you Btonight
A'Cause the clocks count down and we're in for bad weather
It'd Aaugbe nice to see you, to see you nice
But F#mI want to see you Btonight
A'Cause you're my top, you're my tAaugop
You're my F#mtop one-hundred showsB
Why do I Dalways have to goE killing the joke?
AInterstellar, dressed in leather, drinking bitter boy
AaugYou know the plan but you never knew the ploy
But F#mI, I live a lonely lifeB
ASince you been gone I left the TV on
LeAaugt the milk go sour, let the bills pile up
But F#mI, I know I'm a funny Bguy
A'Cause you're my top, you're my toAaugp
You're my F#mtop one-hundred showsB
Why do I Dalways have to goE killing the
ESwear I saw you smileEm
DYou try to hide it well
BThree fifteen onD the wrong Eside
A'Cause you're my top, you're my toAaugp
You're my F#mtop one-hundred showsB
Why do I Dalways have to goE killing the joke?
AKill the jokeAaug
AKill the jokeAaug
AKill the jokeAaug
AKill the jokeAaug
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