And you know you shouldn’t have another cigarette but
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nothing else makes sense, nothing else will recompense
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and you get your loneliness out of a magazine you never
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felt nothing at all no-one else will ever know another one
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has dragged you home and sworn that you’re the only
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one you dream they’ll play a special part you’ll write their
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name across your heart but then it’s back inside your
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head the thought that it will turn out bad a fleeting
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glimpse of what is bound to be now the phone has lost
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its voice you’re on your own again spend your time on
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endless bedroom floor soliloquies the only voices you’ll
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hear all day will it always be this way (yes) once you
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recognise the truth that all is sad and you’re the proof you
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might as well fight the day kick back at the pricks taht say
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all is school and work no more break your back it’s not
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your war disengage the only way to win opened up my
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paintbox it had all turned to blue I worked in Birkenhead
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for you it brings me tears even now you tried to kill me
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break my will you almost won I hate you still the hated
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suffer not what’s worse the hater carries round the curse it
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eats me up the cancer that is you don’t paint blue all the
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time know the truth read the signs live your life as a lie
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you don’t have to die
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Everything is sorrow
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| The Boo Radleys |
