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In pitch dark
I go walking in your landscape Broken branches trip me as I speak Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there@ There's always a siren Singing you to shipwreck Stay away from each rocks We'd be a walking disaster Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there (There's someone on your) (shoulder) (someone on your) (shoulder) Just coz you feel it doesn't mean it's there (There's someone on your) (shoulder) (someone on your) (shoulder) There there@ Why so green and lonely And lonely and lonevly Heaven sent you to me To me to me@ We cidents Waiting waiting to happen We are accidents Waiting waiting to happen |
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Blow into this paperbag
Go home, stop grinning at everyone Blow into this paperbag Go home, stop grinning at everyone It was nice when it lasted But now it's gone It was nice when it lasted But now it's gone Blow into this paperbag Take your armor off You're not under attack Take your armor off You're not under attack Come on, come on Blow into this paperbag Go home, stop grinning at everyone Blow into this paperbag Go home, stop grinning at everyone And they were honeybees On a blade of grass Take your armor off You're not under attack Blow into this paperbag Blow into this paperbag |
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