Paris, Ghana has a mountain bike For once a year, a six-week ride
Sometimes I hate this, but then again The money's good, I can't complain
The Greek asks for a cigarette He's the one to always swear
You live by brass, I painted tars Way ahead of all this rubbish, modern art
This rubbish, modern art
Did you see them lose the juice they gained?
A tale of grief that's been a shame Last second's girl did end a dream
Can't blame it on the hotel team Unseated, you see, I used to draw cartoons
When I was young, I used to draw cartoons When I was young, I used to draw cartoons

got off my ship that's when lost fight I can recall still few years left to chase
these dreams adrift
five past seven clear blue sky spring just kissed the factory walls
our sights are having a quick smoke
alphabet the same old joke
until the sirens call
Laurence stashes everywhere we all do now
but the world cares as long as that
will get her back
every day
when's our best girl said my friend and me
we did her rather than unsubscribe from promised land
what kind frame between the lines
said it pretty much
like hell on earth to me
said it pretty much
like hell on earth to me
said it pretty much like hell on earth to me
said it pretty much like hell on earth to me
five past seven clear blue sky
evening sun just kissed the factory walls
our sights are having a last smoke
it's still the same old joke
until the sirens call
until the sirens call again
until the sirens call
the sirens call

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