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One of These Kids
04:04
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One of these kids is doing their own thing > Can you guess which one it is before the song is through > Before it bothers you > One of these nutters is just like the other one and has a manner that's come out of the gutter only crazier > Only lazier > Sorting the wheat from the chaff > So naff > Always the first one to laugh > Don't laugh > There's something to be said for going your own way but keep away from the middle of the road unless you wanna die a little cold inside > One of these kids is doing their own thing > On their own not tagging with the team > Do you know what I mean? > Everybody has to pay for the kind of life they'll never know > Whatever you have to say > There's nothing that can change it > If you want to try to find the love you should never know > It's a lot like you have taken all along > Now it's time to play our game
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Poison Proof
03:37
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There's a motto that I'll try to live by if I've got the time > I don't know yet what it is but i'm sure to recognise if this panacea will alleviate weeping Annalea au Plantagenet > Now I've got to redisign all the ties that bind you to me > I've got my poison and I've got my proof > Siren siren > There's a problem when I find I can't get my stash off my hands and I'm sort of in two minds > That sums up less than one > So take your cake and eat it, take it off my plate > I don't really need it keeping me up late and we're probably better off if our eyes aren't popping > Last chance to escape > What do you get if you try out something new > What do you get if you do what you always do? > I'll never know the former > I wallow in the latter > I'm mincing words to make it easier to swallow > I'll never change my order > Serve up the silver platter > The easy victory is oh so hollow
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Spray Tan
02:30
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White lines save my melting Billabong thongs > Flick knife, hose pipe, Orchy bottle for bongs > Long lines for a spray tan and a 30c cone > Lapdance? Fat chance. Merci, vodka l'orange > Back stair romance, that's where I got it wrong
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Things to Do
03:54
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Hey I got my mind made up today > I'm gonna sign up with the devil I don't know > Play is the thing for work we trade > Just like an emo rocker with a healthy glow > I walking with my business hat on > I'm talking from a fiscal point of view > It all adds up > I got a lot more things to do > Weight, go ahead and pull your own > Because it's messy when you're just throwing it a around > Fate, I'll never be a drone > And yet I don't know whether my ideas are sound > I'm typing with my facebook face on > I'm gawking at your sister's pay-per-view > All in good fun > Hey let's set things straight > Let's call a meeting to arrange another time > Make a fast move, perambulate > Before the labour force of love goes in decline > I'm lying 'cause it gets the job done > I tried honesty, it's difficult to prove > But I'll always know
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Bothergod
03:02
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Spirits to purloin > Singing hills and pious rants you’re clamouring to join creationist intelligensia > Gathering for war Stitching up your holy father > Sub-atomic law > Sharia fatwa on Allah
> Look at my face look in my eyes Tell me all your myths and lies > Why do you really think that anyone is here? > Troops are at your door > Know you know the unknown unknown > Missionary whore Spread the word of fire and brimstone > Hide behind closed doors with Dr Phil and a plastic lover > Deny more and more Fearing that we will uncover in time
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Know What I Like
04:05
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Mobius
05:19
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Send time for a man with a ticking bomb > All the time that's on hand can you pass it on > He whiled it away on a fruitless cause > Everything that he had nothing left in stores > Or you can keep it if you care > He'll only waste it in the end > She kept all she had in a secret place > Everything that she had it was locked away > Well I'm not like that at all > Do you feel anybody else > Mobius RNA double helix fold upon itself > It's not that matter matters anyway to you
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Agitated
03:50
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Went 'round the back of 139 > Sunday, quarter to five > Never on time > And though the weather caught me unawares > I took a slide down a flight of stairs > I'm still alive > All it needed was a moment > Why can't I put a foot right > I keep picking myself off the ground > Apathy hangs on the air like the smell of burning parmensan > Always easier to sink one down > Then the irritation does begin > Aggrevation soon sets in > Find your way under my skin > Oh but I can't see what this got to do with me > Sort out your own shit, let me be alone > All I needed was a moment, I can't get enough of that > Why can't I get something off the ground > If your game is pushing buttons, I'm your agitated man > Just step back and put the iPhone down > Pressure's on now
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