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Wasp In The Car
03:12
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Thought about you last night. That time when we both took a drive.
To the Sandstone Trail and after ale, we got in a fight.
Something that you ignored for years, but you know that it never seemed right.
Dismissed it still. No roving eye. As it shrunk in size.
Waving your arms in the air. When you realised you had to fess up.
Firemen were scraping up what was left of us.
Turning off Radio 1. The incessant drawl hurting my teeth.
The central reservation was where our hearts would meet.
Chorus
Guess I loved you in my own way. (Safety ‘la)
But this incandescent pathway is just A to B. (Safety wrong)
And if it wasn’t for this artery you’d be clogged here.
So be thankful.
(And be grateful)
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Johanna
03:07
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Johanna, oh Johanna. Playing the Bluegrass fields.
But your songs were too surreal to take home.
Sung them with such passion. More than I could convey.
But you concreted a place in my heart.
Chorus
To my back is the city.
But right in front, it’s summer everywhere.
Circumstance was the pity.
Cause once I leave, I won’t see you again.
Our eyes only met once, during the whole show.
But it was enough to know I was in love.
Johanna, oh Johanna. Playing the Bluegrass fields.
But your songs were too surreal to take home.
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Bank Quay Moon
02:32
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Remember when I saw you? Stepping off the train on time.
Everyone astounded. Hadn’t happened in a while.
On our way to Sankeys, but Davie left the drugs at home.
Sleeping in the station. Covered in piss and cold.
Then we thought that we’d hitch our way back, but it’s empty on Christmas Eve.
Ended up with some guys in a squat and we did one before they woke up.
Once again, I’m on time and you’re late and I’m stranded here at Bank Quay.
Make my own way up to Billinge Hill. Shall I bus it or use my feet?
Why do I even like you?
What possessed me to come?
Maybe it was boredom?
Just escaping from me mum?
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Girls from Del Monte
04:02
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It’s always sunny on the cesspit coast.
It’s never true, but you know that’s what they’ll say.
Me, I look like a ghost, I need colour.
And the girls with the orange faces say...
Ooh, they’ll say, “Yes.”
Ooh, they’ll always say, “Yes”.
Chorus
Leave me alone. I’ve got two hands of my own.
And I’m not up to the challenge today.
Once my seed was sown, now my disease is unknown.
And the girls from Del Monte, they agree.
Don’t you know there are moral standards?
Give a tip; wipe the smudges off my face.
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O Jenasse
02:20
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