I’ve seen you
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You’ve never been yourself
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That’s what you pay your shrink for
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You’re mean, you thinking of no one but yourself
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What do you think all the love’s for?
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I only ever wanted the one with the flag
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But all you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag
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And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
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On the highway
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Shut your mouth and bend down low
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Sit back and watch the flowers grow
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People change but it was never a game
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Go wash your face and your hands cause we all look the same
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I only ever wanted the one with the flag
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But all you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag
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And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
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On the highway
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See no hear no, so why do you go and speak so
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Talking pouring scorn on the bold
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I closed the door on your cold breath wish
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You went and gave your tongue to a devil on a dish
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I only ever wanted the one with the flag
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But all you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag
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And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
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On the highway
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I only ever wanted the one with the flag
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But all you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag
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And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
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On the highway
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Deep Pile Dreams
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| Ian Brown |
