I'm living on a land-mine
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my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids
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and my skin, a sickly grey
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and if I waited by the 'phone line
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I'd wait a couple of days so I'm here lying
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on my bed, until I fade
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I flick the channels one to one, I flick them through again
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and all the time I'm dreaming better days
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CHORUS:
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and now I see no sun, I see no life behind my one-track mind
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here I need no fun, I need no time to find a new design
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move along I'm working on my 3-D TV tan
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softso KO - I need another show
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softso KO - it's just a part of the plan
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softso KO - there's only me and my TV Tan
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some day maybe I'll call you
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I'll see whenever I'm free.. maybe Tuesday, when there's nothing on TV
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20 Regal and a 4-pack
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I guess I'm set for the night and anti-social, to keep in shape, thin and white
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I light a smoke, and in'tween tokes, consult the TV guide
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the bible for the pig who stays inside
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CHORUS
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thinning, I'm thinning and insanely grinning
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and fools peering
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out of my TV try hard to be funny
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unfortunate for me
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they start to entertain ye
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I'm living on a land-mine, the kind that never ignites
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and I'm here waiting, here for nothing...
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CHORUS
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TV Tan
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| The Wildhearts |
