Death of a sense of humour
Death of sense
How do you recover from this?
What do you fear?
Being found out
Then why do you always give yourself away?
What do you want to do?
Then why go out and make an exhibition of yourself?
What do you seek?
Olivia
Drawn to all the streets
What you want to be able to do is
The worst advice
Louse given in large jets
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Parliament connives with the diseased access company
There's nothing much I can do about this
So I drink in recline with an acquaintance sound
The spouse is talking on the phone
To well armed
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I found my home
I made a calendar that wasn't there
To find whether it was the first of December or not
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In pity and envy
Dragged from the streets
I quite very very much enjoyed
His jovial lies and lying
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I'm a car interior
I'm a car interior
I crush the instant with blue bottles
I'm a car interior
I crush the with blue bottles
I stick to massive vodka
And I feel the inevitable
Battle between heroes and heroes
Check, check
And my great great great great
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Found out
As my great great great great
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As my great great great great great great great great
Found out
Get me a nice woolly polo neck
With a red cardigan from Next
My heels are well
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