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I had a day to work on a song
I flicked it up and down with my thumbs
The day had gone I hadn't begun
I was bored I was bored
Ooh Part time forever under the weather
Ooh, take it or leave it better believe it
I was bored
I'm not one to be at a loose end
But I found it hard to pick up the pen
Tomorrow I will try it again
With the sword, with the sword
Ooh Part time forever under the weather
Ooh, take it or leave it better believe it
Back down it’s the best you can hope for
Back down again (x6)
Down down down, d, down, d, down, down down down down (x4)
And everything stays the same (x8)
Ooh, Part time forever under the weather
Ooh Take it or leave it
Part time, Part time
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I wore the blue with the green
I wore the blue with the green
I mixed the matt with the sheen
Its not the way to be seen
That decision was mine
That decision was
I was a difficult child
I was a difficult child
Ì was abstract and mild
I played the Dane with a smile
That decision was mine (x3)
Well that decision was
The horses in the new forest are running in their Sunday best
And though you can't believe your ears
They say the words you long to hear
It’s easier
It’s easier
I am the Prince of Wales
LyricsI am the Prince of Wales
And if all else fails
I am the Prince of Wales
That decision was mine
That decision was
I am your Monarch
I am your Monarch
I am your Monarch your supreme Monarch
That decision was mine (x3)
That decision was
The horses in the new forest are running in their Sunday best
And though you can't believe your ears
They say the words you long to hear
Its easier
Its easier
Ba ba ba ba bada doo da
Ba bada ba ba bada doo da
That decision was mine
That decision was mine
That decision was mine
Well that decision was (x3)
Ba ba ba ba bada doo da
Ba bada ba ba bada, Good News
That decision was mine
That decision was mine
That decision was mine
Well that decision was
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Hot summer
What a Bummer
Me oh my
Think I’m going to
Pull a sicky
Do a runner
Tough talking
To my leader
Summer fever
What a bleeder
Free and easy
Easily freer
Live for the reason
The reason is sure to amaze
Hold out for Weekends and Bleak days of illness and pain
Hot summer, hot, hot summer (x2)
What I feel
It’s not important
LyricsIt’s not important
It’s not important
This is the end of the summer
Hot summer, hot, hot summer (x4)
Live for the reason
The reason is sure to amaze
Saccharine jollies and other such terrible ways
You live for the evening because it’s the best part of the day
And hold out for weekends and bleak days of illness
And the day I woke up on my own
I looked into myself
And all I could see was a man
Hot summer, hot, hot summer (x2)
What I feel
It’s not important
It’s not important
It’s not important
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Constant winning
Left him wanting
No point choosing
They chose for him
All the faces
All the faces
Blanked out faces
Blanked out faces
In the Pink (x 4)
Cut out faces
From the papers
Made a collage
Dead Peoples faces
Dead Peoples faces
Dead Peoples faces
Made a collage
Dead Peoples faces
In the Pink (x4)
Lyrics
Can’t help feeling
Something’s missing
He cannot fail
He cannot loose
A fascination
With blanked out faces
How does it feel?
In the Pink (x8)
He cannot fail
He cannot loose
He cannot fight
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When they brought me down
They stuck me through a curtain powered by a motor
Then they said some nice words
I think I recognize them from the last time I was here
I saw it in your eyes
You thought I couldn't know
So now they stick me six feet under
Make sure it’s at Home
Cherie my heart sings
Bury me darling
I feel a mystic energy
I feel it coming over me
And now they say it's time for me
I feel a mystic energy
Now my time has come
You know that I must go
Yes we do know
Well there's no one I want to see here
LyricsSo can you take me home
Cherie my heart sings
Bury me darling
I feel a mystic energy
I feel it coming over me
And now they say its time for me
I feel a mystic energy
Oh
He's dead
She said
He's dead
I feel it coming over me
And now they say its time for me
I feel a mystic energy
Oh
He's dead
She said
He's dead
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Here's comes the rumour mill
and I'm not even trying
It's a game of cat and mouse
but I can't tell who's lying
He's spreading rumours
You can tell by the way I walk
That I am frightened
They're bearing down on me
What have I done to spite them?
They keep on lying like they won't really matter
And then those lies they just scatter and scatter
Can't hear myself over the sound of the chatter
They keep on lying to you, they keep on lying to you
Here comes the vango man
It seems he's delirious
He keeps mocking me
I can't tell if he's serious
He's serious!
Have you seen how he jokes and he smiles?
Yet he sleeps like a child
Tall tales cliques and whispers
Tell of secret kisses
They keep on lying like they won't really matter
And then those lies they just scatter and scatter
They keep on lying like they won't really matter
And then those lies they just scatter and scatter
Can't hear myself over the sound of the chatter
They keep on lying to you, they keep on lying to you
Here comes the bitter pill
But I don't think he'll take it
I won't take it
Like you I'm scared of everything they're saying
But I know there's no other way, there's no other way
Tall tales cliques and whispers
Tell of secret kisses
They keep on lying like they won't really matter
And then those lies they just scatter and scatter
Can't hear myself over the sound of the chatter
And you'll be sorry when you...
They keep on lying like they won't really matter
And then those lies they just scatter and scatter
They keep on lying like they won't really matter
And then those lies they just scatter and scatter
Can't hear myself over the sound of the chatter
They keep on lying to you * 8
And you'll be sorry when you came to your senses!
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Tailors are the best
See them running with their brollies
Workmen of the week
Sew my buttons on
There’s no rushing perfection
Workmen of the week
Button, Button, Button
Needle, Needle, Needle
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton
Work the wordless week
There’s no drudgery in detail
Maker of the neat
Tailors are the best
And Tailors get you dressed
Tailors are the best
Like their ancestors
They are people of great passion
Maker of the neat
Sewing
Sewing
Sewing
Sewing
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A celery
You need a
A celery
If you want to fit in
A celery
It gets you through to half time
A celery
Why don't you, erm, smash the system from within
(A celery)
Get yourself a promotion
And then take your children to the zoo for the weekend
(A celery)
With the extra cash you've got there
I got some cash
(A celery)
Oooh, I had a job once, it was awful
LyricsA celery
Bloodsuckers!
New carpets
A celery
For money in emergencies, bus fares
(A celery)
Kids and stuff
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Who are these people
they are too stupid to be your real parents
I've met some bone idles in my time but they really take the buiscuit.
I tried to make talk to them nice
I wanted them to like me yea!!
But the time went by and the look in their eye said its never gonna do the trick.
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!!
your dad cornered me in the hallway
while you were in the loo
he gave me a right talking to
he said i was a terroist
Reason i tried
But when reason she died
We were fighting in the drive under the security lights
And your mom was screaming
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!!
shes attracted to!
shes attracted to!!
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
When you finally joined the party
you took my side
then the whole street knew what was happening outside
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
You were screaming at your mom and i was punching your dad
the thing is I Hate You
Shes attracted to
Shes attracted to
Shes attracted to
Shes attracted to
Shes attracted to
Shes attracted to
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Got to feed the human nature
Got to be a real true Jet setter
Got to feed the human nature
Got to be a real go getter
(a & b at the same time)
(a)
I've had my fill
It made me ill
And now I see
That you and me are meant to be
A tragedy
(b)
In my head
I said you’re in my heart
You are in my blood
I’m going to phone
In my book
I said you’re in my blood
LyricsI said you’re in my bones
I’m going to phone
Got to feed the human nature
You must pursue the grand adventure
Got to feed the human nature
You got to lead the life god gave you
(a & b at the same time)
(a)
I've had my fill
It made me ill
And now I see
That you and me are meant to be
A tragedy
(b)
In my head
I said you’re in my heart
You are in my blood
I’m going to phone
In my book
I said you’re in my blood
I said you’re in my bones
I’m going to phone
Dialing Darling
Dialing my Darling (x2)
(at the same time as above)
Well I am dialing
Well I am dialing
On the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
I'm going to call you up
We're going to have a conversation
I am dialing
I think I love you
What am I so afraid of
So what am I so afraid of
I'm going to call you up
I'm going to call you up
I'm going to call you up
(a & b at the same time)
(a)
I've had my fill
It made me ill
And now I see
That you and me are meant to be
A tragedy
(b)
In my head
I said you’re in my heart
You are in my blood
I’m going to phone
In my book
I said you’re in my blood
I said you’re in my bones
I’m going to phone
It’s a scam and it’s run by a man with a gun
And you know that he’s never going to let you have fun (x2)
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A lonely smile in the clouds
And the smell of foreign bodies
He waits for you to ask him out
Three hours sitting in the lobby
It’s another Hollow line
From a wooden body
And you know you love him
Because you know he loves you
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Just another Hollow Line
I heard you are getting into Zen
And you’ve got a Buddhist friend
I didn’t think you had the patience
I guess you’ve proved me wrong again
Who are you?
Who are you?
Lyrics
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Just another hollow line
One day you’re sitting very still
And repeating a faburden
The next you’re wearing Faberge
On your way to Covent garden
Who are you?
Who are you?
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Waste of time
Hollow line
Just another hollow line
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Coastguard are you familiar
High tides are not peculiar
And on the table is a yellow coat
And on the table is a yellow coat
Mummy tries
Bye bye
Mummy tries
Bye bye
Think back what were you doing then
Back turned and turned back again
And on the table is your sorry face
On the table is your sorry face
Mummy tries
Bye bye
Mummy tries
Bye bye
Deep black and deep
LyricsShe takes the most
Black deep and black
She takes the most
Deep black and deep
She takes the most
Black deep and black
She takes the most
Sit down it’s what you always do
Talk loud who are you talking to
And at the table is an empty place
at the table is an empty place
Mummy tries
Bye bye
Mummy tries
Mummy tries
These are the pearls that were her eyes
She’s flotsam carried on the tides
Is she lost or did she hide?
On shifting rocks
On shifting rocks
She couldn’t swim she couldn’t see
The current pushing out the sea
Down estuaries and tributaries
On benthic rocks
She’s wrecked on Benthic rocks
She’s been swept away (x4)
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I looked down from the Carillon
I looked across to the aviary
How long have they been having fun?
I want to be among them
Sitting pretty drinking Evian
I don’t think that it will be long
And I will never go down fighting (x4)
I want to do it on the tennis courts
I want to do it where they are playing sport
So they can make sport of this man
Will I find myself traveling?
Will I find myself in therapy?
Or leap and just see where I land
And I will never go down fighting (x4)
Well it is cold, cold, cold
And I think I’m going to die in here
LyricsConsidering Loughborough suicide
Which I’m definitely going to do this year
And if you take a look out side
Then the answers to your questions seem quite clear
That you may as well leave
Because there’s nothing else to do around here
How long have I been inside? (x8)
Well it is cold, cold, cold
And I think I’m going to die in here
Considering Loughborough suicide
Which I’m definitely going to do this year
And if you take a look out side
Then the answers to your questions seem quite clear
That you may as well leave
Because there’s nothing else to do around here (x2)
And I will never go down fighting (x4)
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We come undone in foreign parts
Our home is heavy in our hearts
But there’s a bubble in Karachi
A Puerto Rican Joan and Chachi
The spirit of this place has long gone
In fact I think it never had one
So terrible and out of place
We’ve got the same decrepit stars
Got my papers and my ticket for the train
To anywhere, anywhere (x2)
Got my papers
Got my papers
We tread with people in their paths
Follow their signs and mystic marks
A mug of tea a cup of Sake
A Virgin Mary with the Marquis
By canoe and coracle
I solely own my carryall
LyricsCounting different coloured cars
We’ve got the same decrepit Stars
My plan has failed
Tremblings of trails
Yearning comforts of the dales
Got my papers
Got my papers
Got my papers
Got my papers and my ticket for the train
To anywhere, anywhere
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