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Nitrogen Pink |
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And a whole load of Wednesdays |
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They're these sweet rotting memories |
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That keep you alive |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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Please, throw me a moment |
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Just to get my composure |
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And to stamp on a fly |
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And the boys had their pearls |
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And the girls had tobacco |
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And everybody was laughing |
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And she's singing? |
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Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it |
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Such a funny old world |
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The way tragedy strikes? |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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And a whole load of Wednesdays |
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They're these sweet rotting memories |
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That keep you alive |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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Please, throw me a moment |
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Just to get my composure |
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And to stamp on a fly |
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And the blind man was seeing |
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Clouds all grey until |
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The weatherman blew his rain away |
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And nobody, nobody, nobody |
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Make a sound |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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And a pill for my breakfast |
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And a bag full of ketchup |
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That he spilt on his tie |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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For the unwritten Bible |
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That is magnet on survival |
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Tell me, kick it up in the flames |
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And all the education, Daddy |
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It never paid because |
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The fact man, he took my own sense away |
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And I thought, and I thought, and I thought |
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You said these streets were paved with gold |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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For the real captain ... |
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For the unlikely pianist |
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The sigh and the game |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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For the man in the court |
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For the ... |
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The sweet melody |
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Life's not what it seems |
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Got so rich and we lost it |
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Found the hole in my pocket |
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Crack a smile when were game |
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That long drive home |
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Nothing much ever after |
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Nothing hurts more than love |
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And I wish you could be here |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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And a whole load of Wednesdays |
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They're these sweet rotting memories |
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That keep you alive |
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Nitrogen Pink |
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Please, throw me a moment |
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Just to get my composure |
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And to wave you goodbye |
