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Friends
03:08
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Your first floor friends
Low down pretty
Don’t even need to defend
Yeah!
You first saw God
Like love in a milkshake
Not even nearly the end
Yeah!
Your so-called friends
Frozen and slippy
Can’t even bring you to say
Hey!
You first saw God
Like hugs in a teabag
Milk only gets in the way
Hey!
Your fading friends
Freely sticky
Notes not intended to send
Yeah!
You first saw God
Like calm in a crisp bag
Peace drove itself round the bend
Yeah!
Your former friends
Casual, strictly
Taking some time off today
Hey!
You first saw God
Driving a chip van
Not even nearly okay
Hey!
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2. |
Weird Kissy Thing
02:56
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Got me wrong, dead man
For old times
Where you gone, pop fan?
You in line?
It’s a weird kissy thing you do
And I’m not suffering
Such a weird kissy thing to do
And I’m not listening to you
Heard me wrong, dead man
Blind sometimes
Where you gone, Can fan?
In outline
It’s weird kissy thing you do
And I’m not listening
What a weird kissy thing to do
And she’s not suffering for you
Rub me wrong, dead man
For all-time
Where you gone, San Fran?
Sign this line
It’s a weird kissy thing you do
And we’re not answering
Very weird kissy thing to do
And we’re not entertaining you
Get the door, dead man
What’s that noise, dead man?
Get the phone, dead man
Who’s that man, dead man?
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3. |
Dead End
03:01
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There’s a lock on your Heaven
In a house on the edge
Of a town at the dead end
On a line in her head
There’s a daddy with damage
There’s a mummy who cares
New York Dolls in the basement
Big girls’ toys still upstairs
And I know you
Broken slabs in the garden
By the roots of a tree
There’s a fight in the kitchen
And the kids referee
I always knew you
Like the slate on your table
Like a film at the end
Like the breath in a body
I’m my worst only friend
I’ve always known you
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4. |
Undressing To Kill
02:40
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Undressing to kill
For the children who went over the hill
It weren’t Eden, but we made it okay
And you gave it away
Now it’s gone
Undressing to kill
There’s a caretaker who’s living there still
Clucking-craving-gagging obsessive jones
Only you gimme bones
But I stay
Still
We know what we’re wanted for
We know what we came here for
We know what we’re waiting for
We know what we’re living for
Undressing to kill
I was special, now I’m run-of-the-mill
Not remembering how lucky we are
It was easy so far
And we’re great
Full
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5. |
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Go back inside
And I nearly do…
Come back to town
Like you always do…
Go back to school
I’m not stopping you…
Come back to bed
I was nearly you…
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