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It must be nice to have your whole life wrapped up so tight
With your hands between your thighs
Though I try something always manages to
Slip away from mine
Like a hole in a bag of rice
I heard a pop song today
What filth
I've become a man who says the kids have gone ill
It's not right all the songs they play in clubs these nights
Still the kids wait on all the lines
You could call it trite
I'd say boring once you get inside
All their arms hang by their sides
I'll write a pop song today
All frills
I will kick and scream don't hold me down I'm not ill
Though if I am wrong I'll turn the radio on
We all could sing along to that godawful song that
The boys say is number one though the singer's key is wrong
And when it comes to being wrong I'm sure it's all in your tongue
Wouldn't it be nice if for one time you'd be on my side?
At least smile or nod or try
In fact if you don't mind
Find a new way for you to unwind
Cause it's taking a toll on my spine
I heard a pop song today
What filth
I've become a man who says the kids have gone ill
If I am wrong I'll turn the radio on
We all could sing along to that godawful song that
The boys say is number one though the singer's key is wrong
And when it comes to being wrong I'm sure it's all in your tongue
It's piling up on the back of your tongue
All the boys say he's number one
All the boys say
The boys say he's number one
But they could be wrong



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