Go Hit It Off Strike The Flag Try To Clear The World And Come Back
course, psychological malfunction We all break down, we all stop As the line between machinery and humanity blurs
the boundaries I'm building to break from. Boundless and unrestrained, building to break them all. We are built to see one way but watching the lines blur
Going into business An agreement of your bombast You'd love my bed You took the other instead But don't you feel low I was being oblique And you'd love
Picked up the girl And he sailed around the world Why not? What else have you got? If you're not anyone that I like Love will give me the moon Whoops
Put a new shirt on, wash my face in beer Fall through the crowd, and disappear In the teenage magazines, and shopping malls Walk through the wildlife
I aint got nothing to be scared off No I aint got nothing to be scared off No I aint got nothing to be scared off Cos I love you I was born out of love
Here's one from the head The one that bounced straight through The rubber soul It's good advice For everyone You end up where you started crawling from
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Group using the loop of another popgroup Group shooting the hoop And starving it up into the soup 'cause I'm of regular features and Adidas trainers
Sitting in a SDT Waiting for an underground train To rumble undemeath my feet Bang goes another day Where it went I could not say Now I'll have to wait
Grandma's got new dentures To eat the crust on pizza Been taken out by her daughter Because she thought she ought'a The kids are eating snickers Because
This is the voice of someone Calling from a lonely hill To the hard of hearing For those who never will A long legged someone Seen walking away from
Do you do Anything You ever do No, she said Do you want Anything You ever wanted No, she said She don't know how How to feel This is a bad day This is
It's six o'clock on the dot and i'm half way home i feel foul mouthed as i stand an wait for the underground and a nervous disposition does'nt agree
This is a ballad for the good times So put a battery in your leg Put a rock beat on the record and get it stuck there in your head You can be with me
Chorus (x2) Batle (x5) Battle someone, whoo or Completion search (Concaesing slash) Here I love the bow (it's the end of hell) see it all come down
