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Window wetter |
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All tarmac laying slick |
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Be found beneath some sort |
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Of public transport |
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Enormous ceramics |
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Stained as teeth |
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A country coming cold |
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Shows what I do as a woman |
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I do as a man |
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I howl for the heavens |
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To hear where I am |
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I've tried being clever |
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It's given me hold nowhere |
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I've tried saying nothing |
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But I'm still there |
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Oh you may catch some drift |
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Be rolling down that dear |
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Slope which sees you piled up |
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And distant cleaner air |
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Or a tempered sweater |
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And trainers wearing thin |
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The so familiar sound |
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Of wailing when you're asleep |
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What I do as a woman |
|
I do as a man |
|
I howl for the heavens |
|
To hear where I am |
|
I've tried being clever |
|
It's given me hold nowhere |
|
I've tried saying nothing |
|
But I'm still there |
|
Oh the terrible fact is its closer |
|
The end of the world as we're older |
|
Blow cover |
|
There's nothing for you to decide |
|
Here, the time that we waste rubbing shoulders |
|
Just wearing away years |
|
Slow brother |
|
Becoming the ones we deride |
|
What I do as a woman |
|
I do as a man |
|
I howl for the heavens |
|
To hear where I am |
|
I've tried being clever |
|
It's given me hold nowhere |
|
I've tried saying nothing |
|
But I'm still there |
|
But I'm still there |
|
But I'm still there |
|
What I do as a woman |
|
I do as a man |
|
I howl for the heavens |
|
To hear where I am |
|
I've tried being clever |
|
It's given me hold nowhere |
|
I've tried saying nothing |
|
But I'm still there |
|
What I do as a woman |
|
I do as a man |
|
I howl for the heavens |
|
To hear where I am |
|
I've tried being clever |
|
It's given me hold nowhere |
|
I've tried saying nothing |
|
But I'm still there |
