You''ve got a lucky number, for every time you need something to numb ya: you get that nagging hunger, that''s when you dial your lucky number.

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You dial the lucky number, you want that basement kiss; when you were two years younger, you wouldn''t have dreamt of this. You''re getting pins and needles, they''ve got you on the boil - all wrapped up in the glamour of aluminium foil.

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Go to sleep, all your dreams are sweet, keep the world at bay ''til you wake up in the morning...

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