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Happiness In Magazines (05/17/2004)
05/17/2004
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Saw you in my computer
Never seen no one cuter
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You got me in a stupor

You are something quite spectacular

I'll give you all my dollar
To have your hand tomorrow
In my heart I holler
I'm gonna have you follow


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Kick ass little girl going to a party
Eating blue Smarties cos she's rock'n'roll
Gonna do some coke and maybe do some poking
Gonna spin some records for a Jack and coke
Wasted little dj filling up the floor
And your records are boring cos you're cool as hell
Everybody's flying and everybody's sliding
Slowly suiciding in a tiled cell

Its no good time to see your face
No good time to get erased
No good time to sink into the crowd

Graphic designer you could look no finer
In your eyeliner and your silas jeans
Living in the EastEnd with your teenage girlfriend
Everyday's a weekend in a real cool scene
Cos everybody's flying slipping and sliding
Slowly suiciding in a tiled cell
And we'll go out together holding hands forever
Shiny boots of leather looking like Lou Reed
Just like Lou Reed

Its no good time to see your face
No good time to feel erased
No good time to sink into the crowd

Its no good time to see your face
No good time to get erased
No good time to suck up your lies

Its no good time to see your face
No good time to get erased

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My girl done gone now
My girl done gone oh yeah
My girl done gone now
My girl done gone oh yeah

I really need you
Need you to lead me through
I want to know you
Know you would be so true
Oh lord what have I done
Oh lord what have I done
Oh lord

Gonna let you win girl
Gonna let you win oh yeah
Gonna let you win girl
Gonna let you win oh yeah

I know you'll leave me
You'll leave me high and dry
You're gonna deceive me
You're gonna to see me cry
Oh lord what have I done
Oh lord what have I done

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Now the end is in sight, I'm just tired
Lying awake at night so wired
And fired up with biological urge in my belly
And I hunt for the words on my telecaster
Spinning faster, goodnight you

You're beautiful, I love to watch your face in the morning light
You're really cool, I like the way we fight right through the night
And the way we used to kiss was way out of sight
But I can never hope to set you free
Cos you're my bittersweet bundle of misery

As I study the lines on the ceiling
I find the fact you're unkind quite appealing
I'm feeling sure that I have come to the end of you tether
And there's no such thing as happily ever
After it just gets dafter, goodnight you

You're beautiful, I love to watch your face in the morning light
You're really cool, I like the way we fight right through the night
And the way we used to kiss was way out of sight
But I can never hope to set you free
Cos you're my bittersweet bundle of misery

It would take me an age to marry you
Now I've seen you use my ??? like you do, its true

You're beautiful, I love to watch your face in the morning light
You're really cool, I like the way we fight right through the night
And the way we used to kiss was way out of sight
But I can never hope to set you free

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Hey, went in the shower
And I fainted on the floor
I was free swimming in light
You were so scared
You washed my head
In bright red water
You really though
I was dead

I know why you make me so scared
You're all I can see
You speak and my hearing is impaired
You're all over me

Laid in your bed
You held my head for a while
Said goodnight and flew away

I know why you make me so scared
You're all I can see
You speak and my hearing is impaired

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Nothing to see nothing to hear
Nothing to be nothing to fear
Nothing to prove nothing to say
Nothing to loose nothing to gain
Nothing to feel nothing to hate
Nothing is real it's all too light
What do you do when nothing's wrong
Ain't got a clue ain't got no song
You are foaming at the mouth
You are mad without a doubt
Cos I'm really freaking out
And I'm going out of my mind
TV got me going blind
And I'm really freaking out
Hey man you think you got it made
Groovin' and you stink on your fender bass
Got on your aviators shades
Yeah man you're looking really ace
So what the hell you're doing here
Filling the space between my ears
Why don't you all just disappear
With all your friends just way too dear
You are foaming at the mouth
You are mad without a doubt
Cos I'm really freaking out
And I'm going out of my mind
TV got me going blind
And I'm really freaking out
Nothing to see nothing to hear
Nothing to be nothing to fear
Nothing to prove nothing to say
Lala la la lala la lay
You are foaming at the mouth
You are mad without a doubt
Cos I'm really freaking out
And I'm going out of my mind
TV got me going blind

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People of the earth your world is crap
You ain't even on the universe map
People of the earth you do not rock
You are nothing but a fluffy frock
People of the earth you have failed
You still worship The Sun and The Daily Mail

People of the earth are you hearing me
I'm dropping you a line from the cosmic city
There's nothing on the telly and the radio's shite
So I'm gonna blow you off with my meteorite

People of the earth you are not cool
You eat hamburgers and go to school
People of the earth you are bland
You ain't even got a decent band
People of the earth you have no clue
You still wear cocoons and tennis shoes

People of the earth are you hearing me
I'm dropping you a line from the cosmic city
There's nothing on the telly and the radio's shite
So I'm gonna blow you off with my meteorite


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Listen my hopeless friend
Listen my hopeless friend
Come inside and drop your coat
Wash your hair you smell like a goat
Listen my hopeless friend
Listen my hopeless friend

Ain't you got no shoes to wear
Ain't you got no blues to share

You used to think about magic
And how to fit in
Now you think about madness
And how to stay thin
How to stay thin

Listen my hopeless friend
Listen my hopeless friend

Ain't you got no shoes to wear
Ain't you got no blues to share

You used to think about magic
And how to fit in
Now you think about madness
And how to stay thin

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Are you trying to retrieve
All of what you once believed
Are you ready to let go
Are you ready to be free

Are you ready to be lone

Are you shopping for high heels
In a dress that shows your knees
Have you painted up your lips
Are you getting what you need

Are you happy on your own
Are you really happy in his shaky arms

Happiness is only fleeting
Love is no more than a lie
If hearts are only good for cheating
Life is nothing

Are you pacing through the streets
Til you cannot feel your feet
When the people look at you
Can they see right the way through

Are you thinking that they know

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Threw my glasses in the dirt
Tell you 'man that really hurt'
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk
Then he slammed me in the door
Got me feeling pretty sore
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk

Now we've gone too far astray
I do believe you've had your way with me
Not much of a holiday
I do believe you've had your way with me
Your way with me

Very pretty and you're tanned
But I rather sleep with my right hand
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk
Cos baby things just get too rough
When we get together in above
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk

Now we've gone too far astray
I do believe you've had your way with me
Not much of a holiday
I do believe you've had your way with me

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God it takes you so long just to think
Your ??? and I aint laughing
Your brain so dead its starting to stink
Its dripping (of your body), and (full nights) tonight
God it takes you so long just to think
Your ??? and I aint laughing
Your brain so dead its starting to stink
Its dreaming (of your body), and (full nights) tonight

It ???
Light yourself a cigarette fix yourself a drink
Dont be a stranger dont be stranger
Light yourself a cigarette fix yourself a drink
Dont be a stranger to your (stink)

I'm convinced that you're the missing link
Looking scary, very hairy
Off your nose is floating in the sink
Soring nostrils falling eyeballs
Late last night

It ???
Light yourself a cigarette fix yourself a drink
Dont be a stranger dont be stranger
Light yourself a cigarette fix yourself a drink

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In an old house in an old street
You found me and a tv
There was no bed, there were no chairs
There was no roof, there were no stairs
Ribbons and leaves and time in a tin
Behind the wall in the kitchen

Life I love you

Got your old cap and tobacco tin
And a torn shirt that you died in
How we prayed for you to come on home
My soldier, my dead prince
Ribbons and leaves and time in a tin
Behind the wall in the kitchen
Meadows and glass and life in the bin
Behind the walls that you lived in


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