You're just like plasticine
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Being moulded into a libertine dreamer
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I feel so sorry for you
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My heart goes out to you
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If you were thirteen I'd let you off
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But you're not and you should know better
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Gather my thoughts on a
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Notepad with a Parker pen
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And write you a letter but
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There's not enough paper in the world
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There's not enough paper in the world
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Oh have you heard all your friends go
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Da da da da da da da oh
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All the words they seem to know
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All the words in your sons go
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Da da da da da da da oh
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You got an okay jacket
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But you've got no spine
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Please vacate this city of mine
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I only wish you had this song
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To back-up you're talking to long
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But we know that's not the case
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Rather show your face
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In an injured bar I know but it goes in
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Because they serve substandard gin
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Nobody goes in there did you win?
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Did they ask though no-one cares?
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Dadada dadadaaaa oh,
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All the words they seem to know,
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All the words in your sons go,
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Dadada dadadaaaa oh,
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You got an okay jacket,
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But you've got no spine,
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Please vacate this city of mine,
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You're just like plasticine,
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Being molded into a libertine dreamer,
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I feel so sorry for you,
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If you were 13 I would let you off,
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But your not and you should have known better,
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Gather my thoughts on a notepad,
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With a parker pen,
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And write you a letter but,
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Theres not enough paper in the world,
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Theres not enough paper in,
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Oh have you heard,
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Your friends they go,
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Dadada dadadaaaa oh,
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Dadada dadadaaaa oh,
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Dadada dadadaaaa oh,
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Dadada dadadaaaa oh,
|
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You got an ok jacket,
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But you've got no spine,
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Please vacate this city of mine,
|
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You got an ok jacket,
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But you've got no spine,
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Please vacate this city of mine.
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Acrylic
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| The Courteeners |
