Blur:End Of A Century

She says there's ants in the carpet
Dirty, little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning, T.V.
You're lookin' so healthy

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We all say, don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes, 'cause we feel the same
We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight
End of a century, oh, it's nothing special

Sex on the T.V.
Everybody's at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle (oo)
Glowing in a huddle (ah)
Good night, T.V.
Your all made up, and you're looking like me

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Can you eat her?
Yes, you can

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Oh, end of a century, oh, it's nothing special
(Oo, ah)