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The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time I will be In the bar With my head On the bar I am now A central part Of your mind's landscape Whether you care Or do not Yeah, I've made up your mind The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time Beware ! I bear more grudges Than lonely high court judges When you sleep I will creep Into your thoughts Like a bad debt That you can't pay Take the easy way And give in Yeah, and let me in Oh, let me in Oh let me ... Oh, let me in IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR WAR WAR WAR WAR Oh, let me in Ah, the closer I get Ah, you're asking for it Ah, the closer I get Ooh, the closer I ... |
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Why do you come here
why do you hang around I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me when you know, oh why do you come? Why do you telephone? and why send me silly notes? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me when you know, oh why do you come? You had to sneak into my room 'just' to read my diary oh, it was just to see all the things you knew I'd written about you? and...so many illustrations I'm so very sickened oh, I am so sickened NOW |
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trudging slowly over wet sand back to the bench where your clothes were stolen this is the coastal town that they forgot to close down armageddon - come armageddon come armageddon - come everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey hide on the promenade etch on a postcard: How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here in the seaside town that they forgot to bomb come, come nuclear bomb come, come nuclear bomb! everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey trudging back over pebbels and sand and a strange dust lands on your hands (and on your face) everyday is like sunday "win yourself a cheap tray" share some grease-tea with me everyday is silent and grey |
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First day with the joy you find,
Everyone lies. First day with the joy you find, Nobody minds, Everyone lies. Everyone lies, Where is the man you respect? And where is the woman you love? Third week with the joy you find, And where is the woman you love? "We won't vote Conservative, Because we never have.", Everything dies. Everyone lies, everyone lies, Where is the man you respect? And where is the woman you love? I wouldn't dream of it now. I used to dream and I used to vow, We look to Los Angeles London is dead For the language we use London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead I'm still too much in love, I'm too much in love |
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Compare the best of their days
With the worst of your days You won't win With your standards so high And your spirits so low This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day At least remember ... Just do your best and don't ... The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair Don't worry, oh And again, you won't win Against the worst of how you are See the best of how they look With your standards so high And your spirits so low At least remember ... Don't worry, oh This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress Just do your best and don't ... The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair Just do your best and don't ... The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair Don't worry, oh Just do your best and don't ... Don't worry, oh The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair Just do your best and don't ... Do your best and don't Don't worry, oh |
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sleep on and dream of love because it's the closest you will get to love poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me one November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who later cried: "but Jesus made me, so Jesus save me from pity, sympathy and people discussing me" a frame of useless limbs what can make GOOD all the BAD that's been done? and if the lights were out could you even bear to kiss her full on the mouth (or anywhere?) poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me one November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who must remain a hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her a hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her a symbol of where mad, mad lovers must PAUSE and draw the line so sleep and dream of love because it's the closet you will get to love that November is a time which i must put OUT of my mind oh one fine day LET IT BE SOON she won't be rich or beautiful but she'll be walking your streets in the clothes that she went out and chose for herself |
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dear hero imprisoned with all the new crimes that you are Perfecting now oh i can't help quoting you because everything that you said rings true and now in my cell (well, i follwed you) and here's a list of who i slew reggie kray - do you know my name? don't say you don't please say you do, i am: the last of the famous international playboys and in my cell (well, i loved you) every man with a job to do Ronnie Kray - do you know my face ? don't say you don't please say you do, i am: the last of the famous international playboys the last of the fomous international playboys in our lifetime those who kill the newsworld hands them stardom and these are the ways on which i was raised these are the ways on which i was raised but i never wanted to kill I AM NOT NATURALLY EVIL such things i do just to make myself more attractive to you HAVE I FAILED ? |
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Sing your life
Any fool can think of words that rhyme Many others do Why don't you Do you want to Oh.. Sing your life Walk right up to the microphone And name All the things you love All the things that you loathe Oh, sing your life The things that you love And the things you loathe Oh, sing your life Oh, sing your life La, la-la, la-la, sing your life La, la-la, la-la, sing your life Others sang your life But now is a chance to shine And have the pleasure of Saying what you mean Have the pleasure of Meaning what you sing Oh, make no mistake my friend All of this will end So sing it now (sing your life) All the things you love (sing your life) All the things you loathe Oh, sing your life The things that you love And the things you loathe (sing your life) Oh, sing oh Oh, sing oh La, la-la, la-la, sing your life La, la-la, la-la, sing your life Don't leave it all unsaid Somewhere in the wasteland of your head, oh Head, oh, head, oh, head, oh And make no mistake, my friend Your pointless life will end But before you go Can you look at the truth You have a lovely singing voice A lovely singing voice And all of those Who sing on-key They stole the notion From you and me So, sing your life (sing your life) Sing your life (sing your life) Oh, sing your oh Oh, sing your Sing your life Sing your life Sing your life Oh, sing your oh (Sing your life) (Sing your life) Sing your life (Sing your life) |
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here is London, here is London
is it home of the free or what can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me I've got faith in you I sense the power in the fingers within an hour the power can totally destroy me (or, it could save my life) here in London 'home of the brash, outrageous you may be repressed but your remarkably dressed is it Real? and we're all so busy busy scissors hairdresser on fire all alone, Sloane Square oh you're far too busy to see me busy, busy hairdresser on fire's Was a client overcautious he made you nervous and when he said "I'm going to sue you" I really felt for you so can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and supernaturally change me CHANGE CHANGE ME |
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there are some bad people on the rise
there are some bad people on the rise they're saving their own skins by ruining poeple's lives bad, bad people on the rise young married couple in debt ever felt had young married couple in debt ever felt had on a goverment scheme designed to kill your dream oh mum, oh dad once poor always poor la la la la interesting drug the one that you took TELL THE TRUTH - IT REALLY HELPED YOU interesting drug the one that you took god, it really really helped you i wonder why you're only half-ashamed "because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH! and look around can you blame us CAN you blame us |
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We hate it when our friends become successful We hate it when our friends become successful Oh, look at those clothes Now look at that face, it's so old And such a video ! Well, it's really laughable Ha, ha, ha ... We hate it when our friends become successful And if they're Northern, that makes it even worse And if we can destroy them You bet your life we will Destroy them If we can hurt them Well, we may as well ... It's really laughable Ha, ha, ha ... You see, it should've been me It could've been me Everybody knows Everybody says so They say : "Ah, you have loads of songs So many songs More songs than they'd stand Verse Chorus Middle eight Break, fade Just listen ..." La, la-la, la-la |
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I take the cue from Certain people I know I use the cue And then I Hand it on to you And when I swing it So, it catches his eye ... (Weren't you there ? - You'd have died !) I trust the views of Certain people I know They look at Danger And they LAUGH THEIR HEADS OFF Their clothes are Imitation George the 23rd (Don't you find this absurd ?) I'd hate to be like Certain people I know They break their necks And can't afford to Get them fixed Ah, they'd sacrifice all Of their principles for anything cashable I do believe it's terrible Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah |
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There's gonna be some trouble A whole house will need re-building And everyone I love in the house Will recline on an analyst's couch quite Soon Your Father cracks a joke And in the usual way Empties the room Tell all of my friends (I don't have too many Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers) Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Rush to danger Wind up nowhere Patric Doonan - raised to wait I'm tired again, I've tried again, and Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Every jammy Stressford poet Loafing oafs in all-night chemists Loafing oafs in all-night chemists Underact - express depression Ah, but Bunnie I loved you I was tired again I've tried again, and Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to Could you pass by ? Could you pass by ? Could you pass by ? Could you pass by ? Could you pass by ? Oh ... Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So ... slow ... Slow ... slow ... slow ... slow ... slow ... |
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we're really missing you we're really missing you and you've only just gone oh when you punch and fell and you felt embarrass my heart goes out to you so i offered love but it was not required oh what else can i do ? what else can i do ? we're really missing you we're really missing you and you've only just gone so Sunny send at least one thoughtful letter my heart goes out to you tell us things are so much better my heart it left with you what else can i do ? they're not forgiving you and you're not even gone oh with your jean belt wrapped around your arm oh Sunny, my heart goes out to you and with the needle pressed on your tight skin oh Sunny, i cry when i see where it's taken you i'm here i won't move i'm here i won't move i'm here i will not move |
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So...the choice I have made
May seem strange to you But who asked you, anyway? It's my life to wreck My own way You see...to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul In part, and in whole Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul In part, and in whole So...the life I have made May seem wrong to you But, I've never been surer It's my life to ruin My own way You see...to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul In part, and in whole Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul In part, and in whole To someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul Part, and in whole So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul Part, and in whole To someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah... |
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A bond of trust has been abused something of value may be lost give up your job squander your cash - be rash just hold on to your friends There are more than enough to fight and oppose why waste good time fighting the people you like who would fall defending your name don't feel so ashamed to have freinds But now you only call me when you're feeling depressed when you feel happy I'm so far from your mind my patience is stretched my loyalty vexed you're losing all of your friends Hold on to your friends hold on to your friends resist - or move on be mad, be rash smoke and explode sell all of your clothes just bear in mind: there just might come a time when you need some friends |
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All over this town
Yes, a low wind may blow And I can see through everybo... With no reason To hide these words I feel And no reason To talk about the books I read But still I do That's 'cause I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town Along this way Outside the prison gates I love the romance of crime And I wonder Does anybody feel the way I do ? And is evil just something you are Or something you do ? Sister I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town All over this town They pull over In their Citroen vans Not to shake your hand With meths on their breaths And you with youth on your side A plastic bag stranded at the lights This once was me ... But now I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town ... Oh, oh, oh All over this town All over this town Oh ... I still cannot speak French ... I am very lazy |
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our unsleepable friend
gets the message on an ill-wind 'all your friends and your foes would rather die than have to touch you TO SAY THE LEAST truly disappointed truly, truly, truly drank too much said too much and there's nowhere to go - but down young boy - i wanna help you SEE THESE LINES?: truly disappointed truly, truly, truly don't talk to me now about people who are "nice" 'cause i have spent my WHOLE LIFE in RUINS... because of people who were "nice" this world may lack style, i know but each bud must blossom and grow young girl one day we really will be old but the thing is: i love you NOW this is the last song i will ever sing no i've changed my mind again GOODNIGHT AND THANK YOU |
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Tomorrow Will it really come ? And if it does come Will I still be Human ? All I ask of you is one thing that you never do Would you put your arms around me ? (I won't tell anyone) Tomorrow Does it have to come ? All I ask of you is one thing that you'll never do Would you put your arms around me ? (I won't tell anybody) Tomorrow And what must come before ... Oh, the pain in my arms Oh, the pain in my legs Ooh, my shiftless body Tomorrow It's surely nearer now ? You don't think I'll make it I never said I wanted to ! Well did I ? Oh, the pain in my arms Oh, the pain in my legs Oh, yeah; oh, yeah No, yeah; no, yeah Through my shiftless body Tomorrow Tomorrow All I ask of you ... oh ... Is : would you tell me that you love me Tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me that you love me ! Ah, I know you don't mean it Ah, I know you don't mean it Tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me, oh, tell me, oh Tell me, oh, tell me, oh, tell me, oh Tell me, oh, tell me, oh |
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