Numanoid Hang-Glide Lyrics

	Please don’t tell me what you think while I tell you about
	The copse that I retreat to where I’m hemmed in by the Larch
	Where nobody can bother me and the voices in my head
	Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for a while
	I was best man dead in our road four years on the run
	Always chose the same demise, dehydration on a long jog
	Where once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed knees
	You hang-glide with the Numanoids and snub my rare disease
	The one in which I get these silly visions in my mind
	And have to write them all down for the nurse
	Gazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the pool
	Eating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gates
	I said to Jesus, “How much do you love me?”
	He said “This much” and he stretched out his arms and died
	And I thought to myself: is that a stock reply?
	Or are there exceptions for the likes of REO
	Speedwagon
	Speedwagon
	La la la la la la la la la la
	La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

	Please don' t tell me what you think while I tell you about
	The copse that I retreat to where I' m hemmed in by the Larch
	Where nobody can bother me and the voices in my head
	Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for a while
	I was best man dead in our road four years on the run
	Always chose the same demise, dehydration on a long jog
	Where once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed knees
	You hangglide with the Numanoids and snub my rare disease
	The one in which I get these silly visions in my mind
	And have to write them all down for the nurse
	Gazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the pool
	Eating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gates
	I said to Jesus, " How much do you love me?"
	He said " This much" and he stretched out his arms and died
	And I thought to myself: is that a stock reply?
	Or are there exceptions for the likes of REO
	Speedwagon
	Speedwagon
	La la la la la la la la la la
	La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

	Please don' t tell me what you think while I tell you about
	The copse that I retreat to where I' m hemmed in by the Larch
	Where nobody can bother me and the voices in my head
	Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for a while
	I was best man dead in our road four years on the run
	Always chose the same demise, dehydration on a long jog
	Where once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed knees
	You hangglide with the Numanoids and snub my rare disease
	The one in which I get these silly visions in my mind
	And have to write them all down for the nurse
	Gazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the pool
	Eating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gates
	I said to Jesus, " How much do you love me?"
	He said " This much" and he stretched out his arms and died
	And I thought to myself: is that a stock reply?
	Or are there exceptions for the likes of REO
	Speedwagon
	Speedwagon
	La la la la la la la la la la
	La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

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