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Like A Fish Out Of Water
00:59
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It always bubbles over
When you open your mouth to speak
Liar's games need practice and patience
You'll never find the attention you seek
I know you and you hate me
So boil the roots, let's kill the tree
Boys like girls, but this is a joke
You're the most awful person I'll ever know
When you leave I'm a ray of light
I can't help feeling like I'm alive
When you return I can never breathe
I'm leaving before you're the death of me
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2. |
I Suppose
01:36
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Well they could cut the moon up
And ram it down my throat
I'd just light up inside like christmas
To make you feel at home
Cos the sun could never shine
Along my heart as you do
Even when you cut me down
I'm still praying to you
I suppose that I'm not worthy
I suppose that I'm no good
So give me the moon and I'll prove myself
Like I always said I could
When you found me under the street light
At the crossroads by the green
I knew it was you who'd pull me through
You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
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Get to the tracks
The register's dead
I've got a bag full of cash and a floor blood red
Doritos crumbs resting on my chest
I never exercise here but in Los Santos I never rest
I want to put on weight while playing GTA
Online with friends or anyone who'll play
I just need the cash
I just need the cash
Oh come and find the cash with me
Gotta get me that XP
I need a new haircut and some bloodied jeans
I just need the cash then I'll go straight
After putting on weight playing GTA
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4. |
Thanks For Your Body
00:43
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Here's the thing, I'm over you
It's time to get some air
I'm like a living hurricane, all storms and damaged wares
Heartache's overrated
But then so is sex with you
So bring me all the storm you have, I'm weathered through and through
You made heartbreak feel like the time of my life
Drag me through your fire, I wanna feel alive
And I know there's no pulse after goodbye
So thanks for your body, this is goodnight...
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Let's kill the bankers
And hang all the cops
Let's tear down the billboards and high street shops
Cos we don't need music
To show us what we have lost
We're feeling the loss every day
Because we are the people who elected you all
In so many ways I suppose you're our fault
If we listened more maybe we'd be better off
I'm think I'm just gonna go home.
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6. |
Golden
00:54
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All that really matters is what happens now
Tomorrow can hold on
Cos right now we're golden
No matter how many times you test my faith
I'll be right here, your boy in waiting
Cos this is the beating of my heart sedated
The pulse on your mattress
Our youth and our madness
No matter how many times I say it's time
I can't let go and I can't say goodnight
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The Snippets England, UK
The Snippets met whence sipping cocktails onboard the S.S. Nancy Dillalleeoh. Polite tippings of fine silk top hats soon turned into talk of mathematics and, naturally, music. The four there and then knew they were bonded for life. They called themselves The Snippets, and have since written and released the EP 'Abbreviations', which has been released to remarkable industry acclaim. ... more
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