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Soul Weekender
04:18
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Pocket of rizla and a fire lighter,
Rockets your vision gives you higher sighting.
Bang on about it 'cos it makes you feel good,
Scream it and shout it 'cos you're made of real blood.
You make it real and you don't pretend and
You'll have me feel like it's never ending.
Baby we're going on another bender,
Spend all your money on a soul weekender.
Oh yeah. Come on yeah.
Check your soul.
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Yesterday the only word I heard was imitation, everyone's got this mad fascination with getting on their mobile phone and trying to make cheap clone of the latest great inovation.
Nobody wants to get on the train anymore, nobody wants to stake a fresh claim. On the floor there's a stain from a glass of red wine that you spilt in a time when a smile was worth working for.
Spent the last year drinking from the same beer tap, chatting up the same dear in the same old crappy down town hole you should've left six years ago.
Would you paint another skyline with the sunshine at the top?
And would you walk along the front line at the right time?
Don't you stop. I'm looking over.
I've had enough of sitting round watching people pretending, everyone spending all of their time looking back in romantic eyes carving out cheap lies that they made a difference.
Ending on a low note sadly the nineteen nineties never did rightly continue to grow and innovate, now it's too late, reduced on the shelf pop has eaten itself, it turn out brightly.
Would you paint another skyline with the sunshine at the top?
And would you walk along the front line at the right time?
Don't you stop. I'm looking over. I'm looking over.
Are you looking over here with me?
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Leave It Be
04:58
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So you say there's a better way, think you'd better leave it all behind don't you? Go to your coat, take a note that you wrote just bit over an hour ago.
You sit crying on your bed, so tired and your head's so very clouded.
You know you've got to leave it behind.
You took a drag from a cigarette hoping that you'd forget all the times you were left on your own by the telephone making up your own friends for the night up ahead.
You'd feel better if you'd only get a little hint that someone's caring.
You know you've got to leave it behind and just take it in your stride.
Bloody competition, such a funny thing to believe in.
Don't you think it's funny that nobody tells you so.
Bloody competition, such a funny thing to believe in.
Grinning cos you're winning, yeah, but you've got no soul.
So you sit in the basement hoping that the phase you're going through will go by. Staring up at the moon, swearing you will be soon under a different sky.
You feel very insecure and every little door you open scares you.
You know you've got to leave it behind and just take it in your stride.
Bloody competition, such a funny thing to believe in.
Don't you think it's funny that nobody tells you so.
Bloody competition, such a funny thing to believe in.
Grinning cos you're winning, yeah, but you've got no soul.
So you say there's a better way, think you'd better leave it all behind.
Bloody competition, such a funny thing to believe in.
Don't you think it's funny that nobody tells you so.
Bloody competition, such a funny thing to believe in.
Grinning cos you're winning, yeah, but you've got no soul.
Made a new decision. Had a premonition. Oh yeah.
Made a new decision. Every little word you say.
Made a new decision. Had a premonition. Oh yeah.
So get on your way.
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Believe In
03:19
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Don't believe in these things that you're reading.
Don't believe in these things, they're misleading.
I believe in my own sense of reason.
I believe in the things that I'm feeling.
But, oh, can you see that there's no way of knowing
The key to the future or which way we're going.
Your caution's been thrown to the wind as it's blowing again.
I believe in the beautiful reasons.
Pure and true like the change of the seasons.
But, oh, can you see that there's no way of knowing
The key to the future or which way we're going.
Your caution's been thrown to the wind as it's blowing again.
Don't believe in these things that you're reading.
Don't believe in these things that you're reading.
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