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Tried my hand at the citizens band
I'm a breaker that breaks
And my handle is goblin
I'm on air and I'm breaking the law
I just switch myself on
And ten-four for a copy
Like a phone
It's a similar thing
Similar thing
To speak to you
It's a beautiful thing
Beautiful thing
Me and you
So many ways to communicate
Me and you
So many ways to communicate
So many ways to communicate
So many ways to communicate
What you want to say
There's no way I'll go feeding the bears
I just hit the big slab
Back to my own home twenty
Smokey says I'm a lonely cartel
Don't you worry 'bout me
Coz I'm just a good buddy
Go-go girls
They're a similar thing
Similar thing
Cuttin' me up
'Til we eyeball again
Eyeball again
Me and you
So many ways to communicate
Me and you
So many ways to communicate
So many ways to communicate
So many ways to communicate
What you want to say
Eighty-eight receive me 'til we eyeball again (X4)
Mic in hand on the citizens band (X8)
(Black stallion
Black stallion for the country
Vote for the country
Black stallion
Black stallion for the country
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I got you
You got me
We got plenty to see
Let's sail the ocean, fancy-free
We could ride the camel
One hump or two?
If we do or die
We should try
If we don't try
I say bye-bye
And if I say bye-bye
I'll wonder why
We didn't try
To do or die
Yeah yeah yeah
I am free
You are four
Let's take a five
We could climb a mountain and landslide
We ride tornadoes
We eat tomatoes
If we do or die
We should try
If we don't try
I say bye-bye
And if I say bye-bye
I'll wonder why
We didn't try
To do or die
Yeah yeah yeah
If we do or die
We should try
If we don't try
I say bye-bye
And if I say bye-bye
I'll wonder why
We didn't try
To do or die
And if we do or die
We should try
If we don't try
I say bye-bye
And if I say bye-bye
I'll wonder why
We didn't try
To do or die
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It just occurred to me
That things aren't as they seem:
It's conspiracy
Aaaah
And we're living in a world of quicksand
Castles on their keep
Still waiting under siege
For the turning tide up
Need some inspiration
Time to hitch a ride
On the turning tide
Ah ha ha
The service was so slow
My eyes began to grow
Into telescopes
Aaaah
That are looking at a world of quicksand
Castles on their keep
Still waiting under siege
For the turning tide up
Need some inspiration
Time to hitch a ride
On the turning tide
And we're living in a world of quicksand
Castles on their keep
Still waiting under siege
For the turning tide up
Need some inspiration
With no obligation
Coz there's quicksand
Sucking up the goodness
Graciously impatiently
Is that the time out?
Need recuperation
Time to hitch a ride
On the turning tide
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Born in a manger
You're getting stranger everyday
Uncertain chancer
You're sending everything astray
You're certain danger
You're a monsoon and a fire
All in one
Got me on the run
There's a distant light
(Distant light)
A forest fire burning everything in sight
(Easy fight)
We pick it up in space with survey satellite
(Survey satellite, looking at you)
You're turning every modern theory
On its head
(Survey satellite, looking at you)
Leaving me for dead
You're so demanding
You've got me fumbling for escape
I'm understanding
But I'm afraid it's all too late
To find a meaning
You're blowing everything away
From coast to coast
Got me much too close
There's a distant light
(Distant light)
A forest fire burning everything in sight
(Easy fight)
We pick it up in space with survey satellite
(Survey satellite, looking at you)
You're turning every modern theory
On its head
(Survey satellite, looking at you)
Leaving me for dead
Don't worry me, or hurry me
Blow me far away to the northern lights (X5)
Abandon me, abandon me
Blow me far away to the northern lights
You rain on me, you rain on me
Blow me far away to the northern lights
Abandon me, abandon me
Blow me far away to the northern lights
Don't worry me, or hurry me
Blow me far away to the northern lights
Don't worry me, or hurry me
Blow me far away to the northern lights
Don't worry me, or hurry me
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We were the upside of down on a Saturday night
And the girls were bickering and starting to fight
"Hey you, don't push just wait your turn"
Said the bouncer to the woman with the carpet burn
Said "I exist in flexitime
You'll need a ruler coz I'm out of line
Your energetic young face will change to mush
And the policeman will keep hush hush"
And say
Night vision (X4)
Well we're the enigmatic panda team
And we don't think about reason when we have a dream
And with pine kernel teeth we can chew on bone
So count your country overthrown
So we splinter group and do defect
So the bouncer threw a wobbler at the woman he decked
And we go wham! Wham! Wham! On the nightclub floor
But security have immunity
Don't go
Night vision (X4)
Well my T-shirt read we love airplane noise
And as the Eurogirls kissed the Euroboys
We say by-bye-buy it's time to fly
And to the easy groove we make a move
And go
Night vision (X12)
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I've got a mobile phone
I've got a mobile phone
Wherever I lay my phone that's my home
I've got a mobile phone (X2)
I've got City and the Guilds
I've got City and the Guilds
She's got City, I've got Guilds
In desktop publishing (X2)
SFA OK
SFA OK
Super furry animal
SFA OK (X2)
I've got a mobile phone
I've got a mobile phone
Wherever I lay my phone that's my home
I've got a mobile phone (X2)
I've got a mobile phone
I've got a mobile phone
Wherever I lay my phone that's my home
I've got a mobile phone (X5)
(Tumour on the brain
Tumour on the brain
Status symbol disease says:
I've got a mobile phone
Tumour on the brain
Tumour on the brain)
I've got a mobile phone
I've got a mobile phone
Wherever I lay my phone that's my home
I've got a mobile phone (X4)
I've got style 'n' rock 'n' roll
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Some things come from nothing
Nothing seems to come from something
Some things come from nothing
Nothing seems to come from something (X5)
Some things come from nothing
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The door to this house remains open
The door to this house doesn't close
The door is open to the alley
The alley opens to the road
The road it opens to the highway
The highway opens to the road
The road it leads me to a highway
The highway leads right down your road
The road it opens to an alley
The alley leads me to your door
The door to this house remains open
The door to this house doesn't close (X4)
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Want to come home from school 'cos it's a drag
And when I come home from school I'm gonna pack my bags
And when I come home from school I'm gonna run away
And then I'll just start a band then learn how to play
And before I know it I'll be back to life (X2)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
When I come home from school I'm gonna have a drink
And when I come home from school I'm gonna start to think
And when I come home from school I'm gonna burn my books
And when I come home from school I'm gonna write some hooks
And before I know it I'll be back to life (X2)
La la la la la la la la la la la la...
Coz I'm the teacher
Yeah! Yeah! I'm the t..t..t..teacher
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I've got a fire in my heart for you
I've got a fire in my heart for you
I've got a fire in my heart
'Though I'm falling apart
Still I've got a fire in my heart for you
I've got pins and needles for you
I've got pins and needles for you
You've got needles and pins
And the seven deadly sins
Still I've got a fire in my heart for you
I've a butterfly stomach for you
I've a butterfly stomach for you
And as the cars fly by
I just break down and cry
Still I've got a fire in my heart for you
Well the monkey puzzle tree
Has some questions
For the watchdogs of the profane
And I ask is it sad
That I'm driving myself mad
As this fire in my heart turns blue?
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[Gruff:]
Blowing bubbles
I've got stuff on my mind
A thought left behind, so:
[Cian:]
Don't go chewing in bed
You might wake up with it stuck in your hair
[Repeat to end]
[Gruff:]
That's right, don't go chewing now
You might get it right stuck in your hair
[Repeat to end]
[Bunf:]
Chew, chew, chew, chewing gum
[Repeat to end]
[Dafydd:]
That's right, don't go chewing now
Aah-aah!
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I came to meet you off the Western Line
We hailed a taxi to save drinking time
It's hustle bustle, don't you feel the rush?
The law can't touch us with their flimsy brush
And that's why I persist
Where others can resist temptation
To be with you
I'm going to keep the cosmic trigger-happy
Keep the cosmic trigger-happy
Keep it real
I know the doorman at the Hippo Club
(He's called Paul)
He let us in for free to hear the dub
(He engineered us once on a track called "Don't Be A Fool, Billy")
We drank a double at the upstairs bar
(On Fierce Panda Records)
Then headed downstairs coz it's better by far
And that's why I persist
Where others can resist temptation
To be with you
I'm going to keep the cosmic trigger-happy
Keep the cosmic trigger-happy
Keep it real
And that's why I persist
Where others can resist temptation
To be with you
I'm going to keep the cosmic trigger-happy
Keep the cosmic trigger-happy
Keep it
Keep it
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[Gruff:]
Blowing bubbles
I've got stuff on my mind
A thought left behind, so:
[Cian:]
Don't go chewing in bed
You might wake up with it stuck in your hair
[Repeat to end]
[Gruff:]
That's right, don't go chewing now
You might get it right stuck in your hair
[Repeat to end]
[Bunf:]
Chew, chew, chew, chewing gum
[Repeat to end]
[Dafydd:]
That's right, don't go chewing now
Aah-aah!
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