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In the morning where does the pain go?
Same place the fame goes
To your head
And it’s not easy
Getting it out your head
And it’s too easy
Getting out your head
Tell me now could not explain no
Put it in a song instead
But it’s not easy
Getting out of bed
And it’s not easy, so I said no
You used to be into me
Now you've got it in for me
Now in the morning where does all the pain go?
Same place the fame goes
Straight to your head
And it’s not easy
Getting it out your head
And it’s not easy
Getting them out your bed
Oh in the morning where does the pain go?
Same place the fame goes
Straight to your head
It wasn't easy
Don’t you think about what they said
The way they tease me
Those notes about what you said
They said, "you two were meant to be"
And so it was meant to be
And I know where to find you, my love
In the same old flat by the river
The only way in was through the window
No it's not easy, getting outta bed
It's not easy, getting it out your head
No it's not easy, getting outta bed
Oh it's too easy, getting out your head
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By and by the way of an explanation
Cast a drift of the shores of Shotter's Nation
I had a lick, it caved my skull in like a brick
And then what use am I to anyone
Will fade, forlorn, frozen beneath the Summer
Don't sing along or you'll get what I got
So, here comes a delivery
Straight from the heart of the misery, oh
Here comes a delivery,
straight through the heart of you,
yeah you, And you, will finally, let's screw
Now what on earth do you intend to do
See if you can take the man go down town
And all, you skins and mods, now get together
Make pretend it's 1969 forever
Or find a girl, have a drink, have a dance and play
Songs of delivery
From the harshness of misery, oh
It's a song that delivers me, straight to the heart of you
So, here comes a delivery
Straight from the heart of the misery, oh
Here comes a delivery, straight through the heart of you
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You talk, you talk a good game
Wish I could talk the same
A song is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at
You talk, yes you talk a good game
Won't you teach me the same
Oh I'd love to explain, like showing your hand and all about
Oh well I know, I know, I know, I know and so and so and so
So what I suppose it's got to
Oh well I never said it was clever
I just like gettinh leathered
Looking for the light the light behind your eyes
You talk, you talk a good game
Wish I could talk the same
A song is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at
Utah, remember Utah in the rain
And those little red shoes and some kid with the blues
Who gets right on your tits, you just grin and bear it
Oh well I know, I know, I know, I know it's wrong and so and so and so
So what I suppode it's got to
Oh well I never said it was clever
I just like gettinh leathered
Looking for the light the light behind your eyes
Bevan, he drops stones from heaven L O R D for ever
And the love, the love behind your eyes
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
Wll I never. ever said it was clever
I just like getting leathered looking for the light
the light behind your eyes
Bevan, he drops stones from heaven L O R D for ever
And the love behind your eyes
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He is stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
For 2000 years I have waited for that call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder
He is stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
For 2000 years I have waited for that call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder
He is stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
For 2000 years they have waited for his call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder
The more that you follow me
The more I get off
You think that you know me
You're pissing me off
You think that you own me
Why don't you fuck off?
He is stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
For 2000 years I have waited for this call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder
I messed my head, I messed my head
Oh happy will I be
Seem to shine fire upon everyone and no one
I messed my head, I messed my head
Oh happy will I be
And there goes a Bilo on the run
... she said to Bilo and killed everyone
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Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road,
Don't get surrounded by people you hate,
Choke you out the house down the path and out the garden gate.
Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together,
one gun punks on vogue at the side with the bands and the vans and the gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side.
What is it that you're doing to me, I don't know, I know, I know, I know, I know, there came a truce and tea
Well I'll never, never, not chop those two together, with wheeling dope just do it on the side.
With the bands and the fans and gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side.
Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together, waiting on the dole
As he's queuing up inside ... innnnnside ... graveyard.
Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road
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Don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no sunbeam
No sunbeam no sunbeam
Another faction of
And no detection of
Another tax out of your life
Don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no sunbeam
No sunbeam no sunbeam
Cause I'm a crumb begging baghead baby yeah
Crumb begging baghead baby yeah
Bet you say that to all of the girls
All of the long lost wars
Any cause is worth dying for
What passing bells for those who die like cattle again and again and again and again
Now, don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no sunbeam
No sunbeam no sunbeam
I'm a crumb begging baghead baby yeah
A crumb begging baghead baby yeah
Bet you say that to all of the girls
If you ever smile
In the street, crocodiles
I doubt you'd ever smile again
Now, don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no sunbeam, no sunbeam, no sunbeam
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I model lacklustre panicky in vain search for the remedy
No words only melody come so I take the day off
My love, my love, she sits with me, I love, I love her company
Raindrops on roses and dust-filled trinkets
So, this washes over you
my French dog blues
Chien bleu chien franzosischer hund
And the French dog blues
And the French dog blues
By the French dog blues
Never surrender to flattery
Frown on, come down on duplicity
And above all things my son...take the money and run
I still model lacklustre panicky in vain search for the remedy
No words only melody came
ah, take another day off
Oh, this washes over you
French dog blues
Chien bleu chien franzosischer hund
Yeah, I see you
I only ever wanted the one with the flag
All you ever wanted was a 60 dollar bag
And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dreams on the highway
on the highway
highway, oh
Chien bleu franzosischer hund
And the French dog blues
And the French dog blues
Well, the French dog blues
And the French dog
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I, I was surpised
I must say, I was surprised
Surprised you stayed
Only to be betrayed by the one you Gave all your love and trust to
How could I let go?
I caught a glimpse of your immense soul
Like you were dancing to Northern Soul
with just one glance
How well you know
There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Oh, make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame
(Dirty road to fame, my love)
There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
You're gonna walk that plank again
(Walk the plank again, my love)
I was to implore, was to implore
That you forget all that you saw
When you come through my door
And from your bag you pulled out more skag than I'd ever seen
How could I let go?
Since I caught a glimpse of your white plimsoles
Twisting and turning to Northern Soul
Just one glance, everybody knows
There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame
(Dirty road to fame, my love)
There she goes, a little heartache
Oh there goes, alot of pain
Now make no mistake, she sheds her skin like a snake
You're gonna walk that plank again
(Walk the plank again, my love)
Oh, there she goes a little
There she
There she
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If you're one who'll get involved
You're in hot water, think again
As you are, look out
Here's a man who'll
Stab you in the back
And shake your hand
If you're one who he might bother
In for something, as you are
Looking for to leave 'em on the chain gang
He'll bum your wife and then shake your hand, oh
We've been here before
As he carried her over the threshold
He was thinking
She's far too good looking
To do the cooking
Oh, that was twenty years ago
Twenty years ago
I was thinking
It's a lousy life with a washed up wife
And a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
A lousy life with a washed up wife
And the permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
A lousy life with a washed up wife
And permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
A lousy life with a washed up wife
And permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Here we go in the land of the free
This town holds no more for me
Let's go down where the drinks are free
Stick one in his face for me
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You seem the type to follow the line
Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years
No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky
Oh, i want to lay by your side
Oh, i will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side
Weaker vessel or better half?
That Woman’s tears could be the death of me...oh dear
You know when she’s had a few she’ll be onto you there’s no letting up
But, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if i can’t lay by your side
It may hap that these these are they - the golden years
So don’t despair don’t dismay dry your tears
Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio
They were more liberal times
Destined to drone in monotone on your radio
It’s a little dream of mine
Oh but comments were less than complimentary
And the deft left hand it followed the right
I think about my happiest times and one of them
was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers
A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die
I can’t lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
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Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise
And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind
Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind
No light before
No light behind
Someone else washed up in paradise
Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise
And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind
Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind
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