On the glass that wraps the telephone box
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An impatient bystander knocks
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Put the receiver back down in it's place
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In the some things should be said to the face
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I'm a believer
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You're stripped of all your worldly powers
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And starring at the opposite apartment block for hours
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You say that each window is just a TV channel
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And you'd surrender all your so-called friends for flowers
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And you'd rather be sleeping in the paddock with the horses
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While the stars cross the sky's on their prescribed courses
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Can you take me with you when you go?
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Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different
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feelings and as many situations going through each others pockets is not like
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us and flattery will get you somewhere and your happiness is just a chemical
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A constant feeling you're being watched
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All your good intentions so clumsily botched
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A kiss sent down the telephone line can come out sounding like a bug getting
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squashed
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And grasshoppers fling erratic parabolas
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While you're drowning ants with your can of cola
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Can you take me with you when you go?
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Separate the parts and give them titles
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Lungs are for songs and eyes are for feasting
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And butter's for a bee sting
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Can somebody please check my vitals?
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Happiness Is A Chemical
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Darren Hanlon |