Lyrics Blur - Go Out

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I'm getting sad alone, dancing with myself
Greedy go-getter con(?), the luxury of stealth
I'm seedy and the who-o-o-o-o-ole, dancing with myself
I get into my bed, I do it to myself

To the local, to the lo-o-o, I go out
To the lo-o-o-o-ocal, by myself
To the lo-o-o-o-ocal

I get into my head, there's nothing to be addressed now
There's nothing to get up about, 'cause we do it all the time
The shepherd is undone, she done it all again
I get ready to go, the greedy go-getter con(?)

He going to the local
He going to the local-o-ohh
He going to the lo-o-o-o-ocal
He going to the lo-o-o-o-ocal

To many Western men, it's a problem left undone
Imperious the sign, the papers of luxury
A greedy go-getter in the skybox, she run alone
She get ready to go, she does it with herself

She does it with herself
She does it with herself
She does it on her o-o-o-o-o-own
She does it on her o-o-o-o-o-own

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