Из альбома: Extricate
Death of a sense of humour
'N death of sense
How do you recover from this?
What do you fear?
Being found out
Then why do you always give yourself away?
What do you want to do?
Hide
Then why go out and make an exhibition of yourself?
What do you seek?
Oblivion
And drugs walk the streets
What you want to be able to do
is worst advice
Louse given in largesse
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Parliment connives a diseased access company
There's nothing much I can do about this
So I drink in recline with an acquaintance, sound
Spouse is talking on the phone
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I found my home
I made a calendar that wasn't there
To find whether it was the first of December
Or not
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In pity and envy
Dragged from the streets
I quite very very much enjoyed
His jovial lies
Lying
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Sports car interior
Encrusted with bluebottles
Armoured car interior
Encrusted with bluebottles
I even stoop to an icy vodka
As I feel the inevitable
battle creep nearer and nearer
Chip! Chip!
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(Armoured car interior
Encrusted with bluebottles
I even stoop to an icy vodka
As I feel the inevitable
battle creep nearer and nearer
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As my great great great great great
great great great great
familiar found out
As my great great great great
similar found out
As my great great great great great
great great grandfather found out)
Get me a nice wooly polo neck
With a red cardigan
From Next
Ideal summer wear!
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