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bus takes a long time The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by Day upon day of this wandering gets you down Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town Hovering silence you is a giveaway Squalor and smoke's not your style I don't like this place We better go Then I compare notes with your older sister I am a lazy gett she is as pure as the cold driven snow What did you learn from your time in the solitary Cell of your mind There was noises distractions from anything good And the old prison food Colour my life with the chaos of trouble Cause anything's better than posh isolation I missed the bus You were laid on your back With the boy from the arab strap With the boy from the arab strap something to speak of the way you are feeling To crowds there assembled Do you ever feel you have gone too far Everyone suffers in silence a burden The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton The Asian man With his love hate affair With his racist clientele central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon Until noon again You're the boy with the filthy laugh You're the boy with the arab strap Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches And sets off the smoke alarm What do you make of the cool set in London You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks |
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Ooh Get me away from here
I'm dying Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me Here on my own now after hours Here on my own now on a bus Think of it this way You could either be successful or be us With our winning smiles and us With our catchy tunes and us Now we're photogenic You know we don't stand a chance oh I'll settle down with some old story About a boy who's just like me Thought there was love in everything and everyone You're so naive They always reach a sorry end After a while they always get it Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly and then With a winning smile the boy With naivet succeeds At the final moment I cried I always cry at endings Oh that wasn't what I mean to say at all From where I'm sitting rain Washing against the lonely tenement Has set my mind to wander Into the windows of my lovers They never know unless I write This is no declaration I just thought I'd let you know goodbye Said the hero in the story It is mightier than swords I could kill you sure But I could only make you cry with these words cry with these words cry with these words cry with these words Get me away I'm dying Get me away I'm dying Get me away I'm dying Get me away I'm dying Get me away I'm dying Get me away I'm dying Get me away I'm dying Get me away I'm dying |
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I don't care whether you hear this
I don't care if I'm alone here singing songs to myself There's nobody else around, around Meet you up at the Indian part of the town The town's shut down, the people left with their bags Their kids so there's not a sound a sound But I must get from there to here There's a small voice crying on the other side of the river from here It's too late to phone her now What went wrong, your grades were good It would take a left wing Robin Hood to pay for school Your dad's a boozer and you keep him alive Just a minute close your eyes If we settle for this compromise I'll stay with you The river looks so good tonight I don't know what's with your friend She met a boy and at the summer's end She said she'd had enough of playing games I don't care cause I'm by myself All the dancers left but I can't dance So I will stay and clean the mess they left behind But I dream as I set to scrub all the floors, the walls I'm thinking of a song or two, a boy a girl a rendezvous Are you coming or are you not? There is nothing that would sort you out There's nothing I could say or do You're going to crash, I'll set the bails in front of you Are you coming or are you not? There is nothing that would sort you out An interesting way of life Deny yourself the benefits of being alive You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station With a torch and a Woman's Realm to keep you warm To keep you company You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station With a torch and a Woman's Realm to keep you company tonight |
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