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| | |(On this glorious occasion of the splendid defeat) | ||
I wanna start from before the beginning | |||
Loot wine: | |||
"Be mine, and | |||
Then let's stay out for the night" | |||
Ride via Parkside | |||
Semi-perilous lives | |||
Jeer the lights in the windows | |||
Of all safe and stable homes | |||
(But wondering then, well, | |||
What could peace of mind be like?) | |||
Anyway, do you want to hear our story, or not? | |||
As the Fulham Road lights | |||
Stretch and invite into the night | |||
From a Stevenage overspill | |||
We'd kill to live around | |||
SW6 - with someone like you | |||
Keep thieves' hours with someone like you | |||
...As long as it slides | |||
You stalk the house | |||
In a low-cut blouse: | |||
"Oh Christ, another stifled | |||
Friday night!" | |||
And the Fulham Road lights | |||
Stretch and invite into the night | |||
Well, I was fifteen | |||
What could I know? | |||
When the gulf between | |||
All the things I need and the things I receive | |||
Is an ancient ocean wide - wild, lost, uncrossed | |||
Still I maintain there's nothing wrong with you | |||
You do all that you do because it's all you can do | |||
Well, I was fifteen | |||
Where could I go? | |||
With a soul full of loathing | |||
For stinging bureaucracy | |||
Making it anything other than easy | |||
For working girls like me | |||
With my hands on my head | |||
I'll flop on your bed | |||
With a head full of dread | |||
For all I've ever said | |||
Maladjusted, maladjusted | |||
Maladjusted, maladjusted | |||
Never to be trusted | |||
Oh, never to be trusted | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
There's nothing wrong with you | |||
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