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Who's tripping
Tell me what you see
By soft white lines
Our legs form a number
No Love, No Money
Untie our legs
My heart won't take any more
A little death, little remorse
Room Service, wake me unlawful
Surrounded by those who make me feel awful
Make me feel awful
Some Love, some Money
Petite and Pink, my heart runs on some more
You broke a bone
You broke the mould
It's conceivable to think
That I could run down this sink
Wish me luck
Same time next week"
