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Valentine
03:09
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Wednesday morning there's a letter on the ground
Weird as I know there's been no one else around
Shadows by my window came a visit in my sleep
Inside there's images that I don't understand
Words dripping from a psychopathic hand
Creeping passed my window
Came a visit in my sleep
Such a horrifying thing
Strange imagination came a crawling in the night
Such a horrifying thing
Really inappropriate on Valentine
La la la
Such a horrifying thing
Strange imagination came a crawling in the night
Such a horrifying thing
And really inappropriate on Valentine
Wednesday morning there's a letter on the ground
Weird as I know there's been no one else around
Shadows by my window came a visit in my sleep
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2. |
Superstar: Acoustic
03:46
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A chef can change his spots
Yet muddy packs can make his skin tight
Though cooks can spoil the broth
Some leopards cannot make it taste right
Stretchy unmarked skin has a puss mound deep within
Soapy soapy mops are a useless ploy to me
You're a superstar
Hello you're a superstar
Good civilian dress
Makes it hard to see the real man
On the inside you're a mess
Yet on the outside watch your step
Stretchy unmarked skin has a puss mound deep within
Yellow streaky tops are a decent sign to me
You're a superstar
Hello you're a superstar
A house made out of cards
It isn't just a good investment
If the brick that make the pack
Are waterproof and fire resistant
Don't go feeling down if your mates stop coming round
It just means they've probably drowned where breathing's rarely done.
You're a superstar
Hello you're a superstar
You're a superstar
Hello you're a superstar
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I've got a huge drum kit in my front room
I've got no place to hide it
A huge drum kit that I can't I hide
I really can't deny it
So, I've got to stow it somewhere
Stow it somewhere where Louise can't find it.
I've got a load of drums in my front room
And I really can't deny it
I've got a load of drums in my front room
I've got no place to hide it
So, I've got to stow it somewhere
Stow it somewhere where Louise can't find it.
I've got a bank account she doesn't know about
I've got a bank account she knows nothing about
I've got a bank account she doesn't know about
I've got a bank account she knows nothing about
I've got a bank account she doesn't know about
I've got a bank account she knows nothing about
I've got a bank account she doesn't know about
I've got a bank account she oooh
I've got a load of porn on my PC
Two months to download it
A load of porn for fifty quid
and I really can't afford it
I've got a load of drums in my front room
I've got no place to hide it
I've got a load of drums in my front room
And I really can't deny it
So, I've got to stow it somewhere
Stow it somewhere where Louise can't find it.
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4. |
Dog That I Don't Know
02:43
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Dog I don't know
You might be depressed but I can't tell
Dog I don't know
You might be okay but I don't know you
You're a dog that I don't know
You're just a dog that I don't know
Dog I don't know
You might be depressed but I don't know you
Dog I don't know
You might be depressed but I can't tell
Dog I don't know
You might be okay but I don't know you
You're a dog that I don't know
You're just a dog that I don't know
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Billy Billy 5P recommends:
Bought at the launch party. Totally great! Texted them to let them know to the point where I sound like a stalker. Listen to this CD more than anything else. Every song a belter- Recording is spot on!
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