Why can't you realise
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Just get more paralised
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Then get the rabble round
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And shoot the arrows out
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Go write a new song,you're so discerning
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Fall out of my tongue,it's quiet determined
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Don't think of stopping when you see the stop sign
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Just listen to the groovy records till the morning
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Disjoint,the point
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Just shunt,the point
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Tough break man,it's not enough
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Completely tough,fucking enough
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You mind me standing here
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Talk through your adenoids
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They're sharpening their knives
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A pull before you rise
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I write a new song,while I was touring
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Man,it was no fun,totally boring
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Don't think of singing till you see the white eye
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Turn up the fuzz and dull your senses till the morning
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Shit..
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Why can't you realise
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Just get more paralised
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I'm feeling pretty much back where I started and it's quiet concerning me
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Someone gonna give you advice until the morning
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Giving you continual advice until the morning
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Just push it to the back of my mind
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Expand to the back of my mind
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Extend to the back of my mind
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Hello!
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Advice
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| Graham Coxon |
