Don't you hate me when the motor starts running out
Your esoteric rants were made to twist and shout
I heard you moved now you're hangin' on the moulin rouge
Don't you know no matter where you go somebody's always watching
That's what they say
That's what they say
When the pages fade
The love you made
Will seem one hundred light years away
That's what they say
That's what they say

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