Check out the skylark, riding and singing alongside Salt cool breeze coming from the West Ships and their lawlessness, running wild and the waves Wearing
Kamikaze seagull planes fighting over chip shop take-away remains; when you're walking on the cliffs, you can't help thinking of how far down the sea
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Kamikaze seagull planes fighting over chip-shop take-away remains; and when you're walking on the cliff, you can't help thinking of how far down the sea
When you let them in your home, you were naked and alone. They'd been carving your tombstone since they first met you. It's not the years spent in the
I drove the car She'd made it plain That I'd run out of ways To win her back again Her seat was back No seat belt on And on the radio Some too familiar
The lights go out without a sound You can feel the mounting tension On the bed of nails where we've laid down Far too many times to mention I was on
Vinegar Vera, packed his bags And left home to make his mark Nobody missed him Because he was back before it got dark Vinegar Vera, lying on his bed
She's got a telephone voice That I haven't heard in quite a while But I've seen her with boys That I didn't think would be her style Always around out
Goodbye world, adios This is where I'm getting off They say I'm lost But I'm happy here All you boys and you girls Who were not made for this world I
What if there's another world Circling a distant star And on this planet lives a girl Won't you tell me where you are? I'm in deep space I think I'm
Voices in my head Say it's getting light It's hard to go to bed When you've been up all night So as the day slips through the blinds Don't let us break
A cash point casanova with stars in your eyes, you buy a few more drinks and tell a few more lies. And every night's another drunken pantomime. You get
I'll call you up from a phone box Your light is on it's 3 o' clock We'll go for a drive with the radio on And you'll come alive to a forgotten song London
It was late when she got on the train Found a space between the coffee stains Struggling to lift her suitcase Pushing back the hair from her face Here
Here comes the star of the show, but he's got piss on his clothes - still he's the man with all the front. Ladies and gentlemen, let's have your warmest
