I wouldn't listen to her, she'll only break your heart
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I'd rather listen to man, woman but not whatever you are
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We'll tip it over the edge and watch it disappear
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I'll paint a picture of you, well my impression of what is inside
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With your stolen eyes
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I'm gonna stare at the sun
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Until I burn them out
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And then I'll picture a knife fight
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We're gonna dig up the sky tonight
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Bury the sun for the rest of our lives
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Lay low and never lie
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We're gonna stay here 'til we make it alright
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I'm going to grip onto her tiny saxophone
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Place an absurd mound of flesh down the tube
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And whistle what's inside
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I'll tie a ribbon to her because she's all I need
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And then I whisper to her, I'd gladly live my whole life on my knees
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With your stolen eyes
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I'm gonna stare at the sun
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Until I burn them out
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And then I'll picture a knife fight
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We're gonna dig up the sky tonight
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Bury the sun for the rest of our lives
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Lay low and never lie
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We're gonna stay here 'til we make it alright
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[x2]
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What's the use if we're struggling on?
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We've got to let this go
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Before it sinks its claws
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Deeper into our souls
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We've got to stick together,
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We've got to stick together
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We've got to stick together
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What's the goal if we're struggling on?
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We've got to let this go
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Before it sinks its claws
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Deeper into our souls
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We've got to stick together,
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We've got to stick together
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We've got to stick together
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We've got to stick together
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We've got to stick together
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We've got to stick together...
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Picture A Knife Fight
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| Biffy Clyro |
