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I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair
The way you say that people who are working, they are aiming to be posh, my dear
People flocked around you by the smokeys in our school
Teacher's, they contained all their anger as you regularly broke their rules
And everyone done the pill,
but solvent abuse it can kill

The first taste of heaven there was splattered on your screen

Start scraping the dirt from my lights and I can maybe forget you
If you can change all your blacks into whites then I can probably forgive you
If the colours mix together the greyness it will probably kill me (x2)
Oh it will probably kill me
Not knowing who I am

I don’t wanna spend another night alone with you x3
Oh I don’t wanna spend another night not knowing who you are

Boy you've dug your head out of a thousand holes
You've gotta stand up, you gotta take the blows
Cos if you don't take the blows then the girl won't sing
And the grass won't grow

Sometimes I think that I think too much
And that it's all in my head, and I can't touch
Cos if you touch too much then the lights won't go

I met a girl at the Cambel town bar
You know the one that plays the guitar
'Yes' she said some things that you shouldn't say
Wonder if she remembers
She was wasted anyway

It's the next day
Who remembers what

I don’t know what I have done,
But I’m sure I will in the next five seconds,
You see I have a telephone,
When people call they don’t stop ringing for me,

Last night was as mystery,
So the words can create a picture for my mind to see,
Pictures seem to make me sweat,

I was taught a lesson
by these cobbled streets that
it's the company you keep not
the people you meet
chimney smoke you made me
look like a joke torrential rain
oh no, you made
my mind choke.

You have a face for the radio,
But I know you’d like to see it in a show,
Claiming to be the next best everything,
Which way will you go?

You’re a little smarter than most of us,
You run so fast sometimes it’s hard to see you for dust,
Finding some time for you, it tortures me,

i love the dress sens and the colour of your hair
the way you say that people who are working, they are aiming to be posh my dear,
people flocked around you by the smokeys in our school
teachers they contained in all there anger as you regularly broke there rules
and everyone done the pill
but solvent abuse it can kill

the first taste of heaven there was splattered on your screen

Bye-bye, bye-bye Bible
Bye-bye, bye-bye faith

I'm gonna have a pagan morning
I'm gonna have a pagan day
The girl that I've been speaking to all night
Has left me for my friend

I know it’s not your time yet but I see you coming over the hill,
Blaming everything on me is that
the way you get your kicks and your thrills,
You should spare a little time for your mind and then your body and soul.
You act a little crazy but I know you’ve got it under control,
And this is me trying to be kind I want you to know,
This whole banging on the roof and stamping on the floors getting old.

There’s a mile long queue at the chippy
I wish I was at my Gran’s for tea
These people call me their friend, but they don’t think the same as me

Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing scheme
Drinkin’ your drink now
And staying up too early in the morning

I wasn't born to make you happy
I wasn't born to make you sad

I never hear my sweetheart calling
I wonder if the truth stands tall
(Cause?) I'm playing your game
Fighting for your name
I'm sticking around cause I'm lonely

Dug too deep into illuminatti
Rather have found out from the sleaziest paparazzi
Want to bet check the internet
It's something that I'd show you but its something that you might regret so don't check just yet.

These cats are out to wipe out the nation
These pricks use us to fund their NASA station so.

Man with a crown， the one that always frowns，
Id rather have a hat， than a broken back.
Show you a man with a lot on his mind，
Ill show you a self confessed trendsetter oh，
because the man said no.
Live like a king for a day， skint for the rest of the week.
Say your nothing special， say your lying through your teeth.
Its just our way， why should we throw away a sunny day?

I've had the same jeans on for four days now
I'm gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town
Everybody's dressing up I'm dressing down

Life's one big circle, and it does end
When it ends will you still be my friend?
I'm not making a fool of myself
I sed, I'm not making a fool of myself

Tell you the same thing that they told me
Are you worth your weight in gold?
Should I practice what I preach man?
Should I just do what I’m told?
Because the clock keeps ticking
Lets hope we don't grow old ... oooooooh

Whoa-o-oh (3x)

[Verse:]
Always in the bye beaks
It’s not how it looks buns of bettle on
And I’m being nucks, been running giving me just to
Good people gone and now being crooks
And wo-hoo

[Pre-Chorus:]

Take your like in your own hands
Walk down the street looking over your shoulder
Who will you meet?

An it’s a big crowd tonight
Look at the street lights
It’s a big crowd tonight
Look at the street lights

Sometimes I wanna sell my soul to the devil
And sometimes I wanna put a face long gone
And sometimes I feel that I’m not so clever
That I don’t even know the things that I’ve done wrong

[Chorus:]
‘Cause the girl with the tacky tattoo is the one you shouldn’t do
It only lead to trouble epic fails

People are always saying how do you do to you, and they don't know what's on your mind.
You'll get fat running on the beaten track, coz dice can change your mind.
Well I rolled it a long the floor one night and have you ever been a bad bad man?
Caught up in the beat she had the devils dancing feet, as the tears flew to lover's eyes.
The same thing happens every morning and I know the reason why,
The sun goes down and the council lights go on and everybody's sky high with sedatives and authority to cry.

People are always saying how do you do to me, they need to speak what's on their mind

(Verse)
The fire exit door has never agreed with me
I'm never sure whether to burst or burn
The fire exit door has never agreed with me
And leave me burning and I'm born the firm

(Chorus)
And oh the clock ,the clock has no sympathy

Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
He’d wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self

We’d talk of treasures, and over-rated games
We’d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy’s way.

Cut out your pictures now, I know that you are near.
Tack them into the frame for now, as I know that you'll be here.
It's not just me you know, there's a lot of ruined smiles,
And I remain so strong for them, even though,
I'm burst inside.

It was unexpected,
But I always should have known,