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This town needs new ideas I'm sick of boredom I need to go some place I've never been before I don't know how to spend my days Without going overboard If there was just another way A cheaper escape from My predictable week and my likely Hungover Monday then I'll be Rolling in glitter from some nightclub That's ended up in my teeth Infinite weekends all interlinking I need to go where I haven't been before Champs-Élysées, watch Alaskan northern lights DMT in your garden Friday nights Is a good laugh But it ain't clearing up my thoughts It lets the moths in, and they eat all my work shirts whole But I am told You won't suffer, if you keep marching Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Hut, hut, hut, woo From Letras Mania