I'll turn your baby into lemonade
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Suckle lemons and trade, trade, trade
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Play along in your silver dress
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We'll save souls and we'll break bread
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All cows shit and angels too
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Look around it's the bestest view
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Did you think before you spoke aloud?
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Your fucking tongue it will do you proud
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You seek my cover
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Where you go I'll follow on
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You never can get enough
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We just need to survive
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If we're ever gonna dream again
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I feel sad as we penetrate
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Unbuckle buttons and slave, slave, slave
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We attack like civil unrest
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No home equals no dread
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All cows shit and angels too
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Look around it's the bestest view
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Did you think before you spoke aloud?
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Your fucking tongue it will do you proud
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You seek my cover
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Where you go I'll follow on
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You never can get enough
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We just need to survive
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If we're ever gonna dream again
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Ever gonna dream again
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We are individuals in our little rituals
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Hospitals, memorials, smaller than disease
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Rituals and burials are distant used memories
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When you leave
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When you leave I doubt I'll remember you
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[x4]
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Little Hospitals
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| Biffy Clyro |
