A friend of mine grows his very own brambles
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They twist all around him till he can't move
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Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles
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What is my friend trying to prove?
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The booze turns a tall, gentle boy to a terrible totem
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And the kids gather 'round trying to see what's inside
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I think when he's drinking he's drowning some riot
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What is my friend trying to hide?
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'Cause it's breaking my heart, it's breaking my heart
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And it's breaking my heart to pour like the rain
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Brother of mine don't run with those fuckers
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When will my friend start singing again?
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When will my friend start singing again?
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Ooh
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Ooh
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Ooh
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Ooh
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Some Riot
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| Elbow |
