I was feeling younger
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As the days were passing me by
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All the feelings are all on the rhythm
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They were really wrong
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You won¡¯t find a snitch where you go
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Cause the snakes will grow
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And the colder the shoulders will show
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Drops your skin like clothes
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When the doubt has finally spread
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The will is getting off our heads
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When they have taken all they can
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Then this will be the end of man
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(Chorus)
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And we¡¯re never close
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Thoughts that curl up your toes
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All the bullshit that gets up your nose
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And we made a choice
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Thoughts that curl up your toes
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All the horseshit that¡¯s getting too close
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Like birds of prey
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We shed our feathers
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Every single day
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In every kind of weather
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And we believe the rain
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Has come to set you aside
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And we can take a play
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Of this note there¡¯s no doubt
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Cause that is just the type of thing
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But we are fed of your regimes
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A cookie blueprint lies in pose
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You try the blanket from my knees
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(Chorus x2)
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And we¡¯re never close
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Thoughts that curl up your toes
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All the bullshit that gets up your nose
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And we made a choice
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Thoughts that curl up your toes
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All the horseshit that¡¯s getting too close
|
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Like birds of prey
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Every single day
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I was feeling younger
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As the days… passed me by
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All the feelings are all on the rhythm
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You won¡¯t find a snitch where you go
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Cause the snakes will grow
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| Neneh Cherry |
