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(Intro)
00:22
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What A Scene
02:39
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Meaningless words, radio fodder. We could be stars if we could bothered. Put on a costume and do up your hair. We could be stars if anyone cared.
Cool kids with nothing better to do, parties you don't get invited to, secret gig in a living room; what a scene, what a scene, what a scene.
Get up on stage and pull out your heart. We could be stars if we could be arsed. Take off your costume and cut off your hair. We could be stars if anyone cared.
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Real Men
03:10
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"Love's important," that's what they all said, but he's wondering if you're good in bed. Checking you out, giving you a glance, trying to get into your pants.
They can't help it, yes I understand, but I don't want to be a "real man". I don't like it, it's not part of my plan, I don't want to be a "real man". No I don't want to be a "real man".
"Love's important," that's what they all said, but he's wondering if you're good in bed. On the dancefloor, giving you the eye, he's got plans for you tonight.
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Understatement
03:07
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I feel honoured every time you look my way, and I'm not even bothered when there's nothing else to say, cuz I'll sit with you in silence 'til last orders at the bar. Conversation is a science, but you are a work of art.
I'm into you. That's quite an understatement but the L-word is quite dangerous...
I'm into you. I'd like to explain further but it's quite a stomach-churner for me.
I feel lucky, I'm not sure if this is real, cuz you're just a metre from me and I'm starting to feel ill. Then you turn to me and smile, and my head now weighs a ton, cuz my brain's been put on trial. Let's see if it still functions.
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Housetrained
03:03
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A strange adolescent, an awkward pubescent, something was wrong with me. A monster was spawned on the day I was born and it
lives round here, 7 days a week.
Hold hands at the junction, I’m too young to function, useless at everything. Using this room like an insect cocoon but
then I spread my wings, cuz I’m…
Housetrained, a kitten in the litter. It’s strange, but life is getting bitter and with each day, my future keeps on shrinking but it’s ok. As long as I keep drinking.
Hygeine correction, domestic perfection, executing stains. I am the king of the kitchen sink, with an iron brush I reign.
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(Interlude)
01:54
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I'm Obsessed
02:46
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The way you thrust your chest out when you're yawning, I have imprinted on my mind. You are the cause of what I get in the morning, I'm thinking of you at bedtime.
Cuz I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed with what's under your dress.
I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed to the point of distress.
Oh no, I don't really want you to kiss me. You're just my sexual tension friend. I sit behind you during double History. Don't want the lesson to end.
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Dead End
03:17
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I have been walking down these streets, they hurt my feet, they hurt me. My precious pride is on a leash, it's not in such good shape. This is my home, it's in my bones, these stones will not desert me. And they will not leave me alone, no, there is no escape.
Round every corner. Round ever bend. Every road's a dead end.
This is the ground on which I fell, under the spell of childhood. There is no hope, no nope in hell, or in a Midlands town. Just settle in, get wedding rings, do normal things like you should. I think I've covered everything, so what should I do now?
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Living In Sin
03:40
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Politely gasp for breath, your grip becoming feeble. And I have no interest in those who say it's evil. It's what we want to choose- a prayer for every bruise. Politely gasp for breath.
So come on in, we're living in sin, we have denied your fathers. So come on in, we're living in sin, we disregard the martyrs. I make you close your eyes- we've got demons inside- that must be exorcised.
A final nervous kiss ends years of being lonely. Now we are locked in this unholy matrimony. So let your body shine- we make up for lost time. A final nervous kiss.
So come on in, we're living in sin, we have denied your fathers. So come on in, we're living in sin, we disregard the martyrs. I make you close your eyes- we've got demons inside- that must be exercised.
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Drink
04:07
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I can't make my approach without a vodka coke or three. I want to see inside yer, so have yourself a cider on me.
I don't want to be here, I just want you to know. Drink a little more, dear, we've got so much further to go.
With no natural attraction, a chemical reaction will do. This fuzzy drunken feeling makes me seem more appealing to you.
I can't make my approach without a vodka coke or three. I want to be inside yer, so have yourself a cider on me.
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