The Telephone Box (Live)

Proud, intelligent you hold your tongue
resolute, a rabble on the run
if only they would let you have you fun
your lion heart got emptied out at birth

The devil pumped it full of vile self worth
intrepidly you made your way around the earth

And I'm not sure its fair, I'm not true its fair
so fly me through the air, fly me through the air
in the end i just don't care,
in the end i just don't care
I'm hopping on the edge
of something i cannot feel
Nor witness, through my own eyes

Dammed intransigent you're number one
dissolute, a rabbit with a gun
if only they would let you have your fun

Your righteous eye deletes itself at will
The dragon's blood, you took to save your ill
and candidly, you made your way around the hill

And I'm not sure its fair, I'm not true its fair
so fly me through the air, fly me through the air
in the end i just don't care,
in the end i just don't care
I'm hopping on the edge
of something i cannot feel
Nor witness, through my own eyes

I'll follow the call the endless dawn
the soundless tapes you left in front
on the telephone box and the
countless locks I lost

I'll follow the call the endless dawn
the soundless tapes you left in front
on the telephone box and the
countless locks I lost

I'll follow the call the endless dawn
the soundless tapes you left in front
on the telephone box and the
countless locks I lost

I'll follow the call the endless dawn
the soundless tapes you left in front
on the telephone box and the
countless locks I lost



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Writer(s): Andrew Richards
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