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There's a portrait in a back room Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone Of some imaginary friend

Sunbeam shone, mousy girl on the end pew You'd stay home, oh, if only I let you Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie Municipal pool, you're a junior life saver

We were sitting in the living room on the sofa, the wrong way round, looking out the window. it was quiet, and then in the car park across the road we

Emma tried to run away I followed her across the city She went out to the Easter house Because she liked the sound of it She didn't have a single penny

I'm in a mess, I'm in a dress There's nothing from here till tomorrow morning How will I get there? How will I get there? I don't do drugs, all my friends

I got a snotty nose, I got nappy hair My mommy don't love me And my daddy don't care, no My sister's a slut and my brother's a drunk And I'm standin'

I got a snotty nose I got nappy hair My mommy don't love me And my daddy don't care, no My sister's a slut And my brother's a drunk And I'm standing in

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I got a snotty nose I got nappy hair My mommy don't love me And my daddy don't care, no My sister's a slut And my brother's a drunk And I'm standing in