BBQ food is good
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You invite me out to eat it, I should
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Go, but I'm feeling kind of nervous
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And not quite myself
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So I'm running late on purpose
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And I know this wonA¢„t help
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How things have become between us
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But if I go you'll give me hell
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And that I donA¢„t know how to fix it
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Is making me unwell, well
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I arrive at your house
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But you've just got up
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And you are wearing a towel
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And your eyes look dark
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I help to dry your body
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And I see your cut
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So I give you a plaster
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And we cover it up
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I say "Have you been crying?"
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And you say "Shut Up"
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So we sit in the garden
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And touch the grass
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With our hands
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The sun is going down now
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And it's been okay
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You tell me all these things you did
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While I was away
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And this worries me somewhat
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You say you're fine
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Listen
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Can you hear it?
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Does it speak?
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Will I feel it?
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Will it hurt?
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Am I near it?
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I dont know
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I dont know how more people havenA¢„t got mental health problems
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Thinking is one of those stressful things I've ever come across
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And not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy
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I think I should try and read more books
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And learn some new words
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My sister used to read the dictionary
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I'm going to start with that
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I'd like to travel
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I want to see India and the pyramids
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A whale and that race with all the bicycles in France
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I'm not sure about rivers, they scare me
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But I love swimming, I'm good at it
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And when I swim I think about numbers
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And count the laps
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When I was younger I saw a house burnt down
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And I walked past it everyday for the next six years
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Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous
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I wondered if squatters lived there
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I'm still not sure but I know there were never any parties cuz it was shit
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After a while the council got round to tidying out the town
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Making it less offensive here and there
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They said it was an eyesore so they let tore it down
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Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word 'Cunt' written on it in giant letters
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And now I walk past that
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I like sitting in the park
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And I like walking through it
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I like taking my dogs there
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And friends, and I like being alone
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I like flowers and simplicity
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I like compassion and thoughtful gifts
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I like being able to shout
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But I wish I could be quiet
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When I'm quiet people think I'm sad
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And usually I am
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Sometimes when I'm at a busy train station
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Somewhere big with the noisy trains like KingA¢„s Cross
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I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out because I've got something to say
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Don't you want to share the guilt?
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Don't think, just try and sleep
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Don't You Want To Share The Guilt
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| Kate Nash |
