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Tequila Cottage
03:30
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Tequila cottage is near
Tequila wives don't appear
Tequila drinking starts if that's the way we feel.
Tequila bathrooms are quiet
Tequila candles are dim
All the years have been kind to us...
We're wealthy and slim.
The Mold Quiz answers are flawed
Tequila children are small
Tequila drinking starts if that's the way we feel.
The public house is a bore
Five-pointed star on the door
"Stay on the road my friends...
Keep off the moor."
The film is graceless
The actress is poor
Swimming and drowning six feet off the floor
The film is graceless
The actress is poor
Swinging and drowning six feet off the floor
The film is graceless
The actress is poor
Swimming and drowning six feet off the floor
The film is graceless
The actress is poor
Swinging and drowning six feet off the floor
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Big After Christmas
04:25
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If I said when I met you
"It's heaven, I've fallen in love,"
Not for the first time it wouldn't be true
(And looking at you I'd think you knew.)
But for the first time I don't want to go out kissing someone new.
And I think of you in the strangest places and I wish it wasn't true.
I wish it wasn't true.
I wish it wasn't true.
'Cause I still love you.
Now that I've tried to do what I've done,
So many times before.
And I've failed as I've failed before,
(But then that's nothing new.)
But it feels different now and I should know, when I feel something.
And I think of you, yes it's true sometimes it's all I need to know.
It's all I need to know.
It's all I need to know.
'Cause I still love you.
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You've got what, I want and
I am trying to ignore it but...
Sometimes when, we're on our own...
On my way home and I'm...
All on my own and
You seem far away.
Way up in Crookes the way the city looks
When the street lights stretch far away.
So low...
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I'm collecting all these feelings for you,
Put them in a box in a darkened room,
Seal the lid,
With an industry standard glue.
Place the box into a silent tomb,
With all these photographs and pictures of you,
Taken in a car,
And somebody else's front room.
This song will get me over you,
Lift me up and take me out of view,
This song that says:
"She'll hurt you once or twice,
And she'll never be with you,
The way you want her to."
This song will get me over you.
This song will get me over you,
Lift me up and take me out of view,
This song that says:
"She'll hurt you once or twice,
And she'll never be with you,
The way you want her to."
This song will get me over you.
Take the box to uncharted seas,
Far away from humanity,
Swear the crew,
To absolute secrecy.
Sink the box to the ocean floor,
Send it down for seven miles, or more,
Ban deep sea diving,
By an act of law.
This song will get me over you,
Lift me up and take me out of view,
This song that says:
"She'll hurt you once or twice,
And she'll never be with you,
The way you want her to."
This song will get me over you.
This song will get me over you.
This song will get me over you.
This song will get me over you.
If that's really what I want it to.
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Last night a cleaner saved my life,
She chose the words that made me feel alright,
As she polished my sinks bright,
But as she turned and walked away,
With her overall and spray,
I didn't tell her what she'd done,
As she switched her Hoover on.
Last night a cleaner saved my life,
Lit a torch of warmth and light,
With a smile that doesn't try,
Last night a cleaner saved my life,
Last night a cleaner saved my life,
She made me feel that everything's alright,
As she dusted my ceiling light,
And as she turned to walk away,
I wanted her to stay,
And mop that classroom floor,
For just five minutes more.
Last night a cleaner saved my life,
Lit a torch of warmth and light,
With a smile that doesn't try,
Last night a cleaner saved my life,
Last night a cleaner saved my life,
She brushed away my sorrow and my pain,
As she wiped my desk again,
And as the dust was coming off,
Her anti-static cloth,
I didn't feel that bad at all,
As she left to buff the hall.
Last night a cleaner saved my life,
Lit a torch of warmth and light,
With a smile that doesn't try,
Last night a cleaner saved my life,
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Depending on your close family friends
Draw them close
As if you can't bear to send them all away and live alone
Start on your own
And you wonder why
Everything stays the same in your life
And you spend the time in thinking can the world be better from
outside...you don't think it can..and you're growing old.
Standing on the corner of the same grey street
Staring at strangers makes a change from staring at your feet
Why do you feel so strange
On your home ground
In your small town
When the dog begins to scream
You want to shake it by it's throat
And when your daughter cries you wonder if you'll make it through the
night...you don't think you can..and you're growing old.
All of these clothes you've worn they're all different kinds of
uniform...your individuality...is this who you thought you'd be...is this
what you dreamed you'd be...
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Underneath the soft tree late at night
In the back lanes out of sight
Theatre car park underpass
Behind the wine bar if you're fast
10 Places to make love in Mold
In your parents Slumberland
In the phone box if you stand
Everywhere in Hafod Park
In the Rec when it gets dark
10 Places to make love in Mold
Top of town on Bailey Hill
Checking first she's on the pill
In a party if you get in
Because you're lucky, rich or thin
10 Places to make love in Mold
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8. |
W.W.M.S.D.
02:54
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Yes it's true that there's a thousand different ways to hold a hand
about a million ways to steer a ship through stormy seas
but of all the ways I've tried
I still come back to the one I love
W.W.M.S.D. still works for me
W.W.M.S.D.
W.W.M.S.D. still works for me
Now I've tried to listen ,tried to shout ,tried to see both sides
Tried to whisper, tried to scream, tried to hide
but of all the ways I've tried
I still come back to the one I love
W.W.M.S.D. still works for me
W.W.M.S.D.
W.W.M.S.D. still works for me
I came here on my own
And I will leave alone
Cos no one can come with you
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2 shirts , acne and an earring
Tosser with a football (a dog and some goals)
Too much to say
Chips on both shoulders
Rum and black and cruel to the family cat
Never wrong at all
Never late at all
and never far from home
and likes to be alone
Braces for teeth and for trousers
Taken in and coming apart at the seams
The Stranglers for dinner, tea and breakfast
8 kicks from the bottom to the top of the lane
Never wrong at all
Never late at all
and never far from home
and likes to be alone
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Is there someone who needs you?
Is there someone who misses you when you're gone and wants you to come home?
I hope that you made them happy
I hope that you kept them safe at night, in the dark, when you could have been on your own.
And I hope you said "I LOVE YOU"
I hope that you meant it
So simple ,pure and true
Keep them close to you and never let them go
Mermaid, light, fish, flower
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Chloe
02:36
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Waiting at the station for a train,
Waiting at the airport for a plane,
Wondering what is around,
The corner for me.
When all at once the train appears,
And all of a sudden the plane is here,
And I can see someone is waiting for me,
And I can see clearly,
That it's you Chloe.
The very first morning at school,
The diving board to the pool,
The thirteen steps from the hearse,
To the steps of the church.
And it gets dark, the sun appears,
The clouds go black, the silver lining is here,
You lose a penny but you find a pound,
Lying on the ground,
That's you Chloe.
That's you Chloe.
That's you Chloe.
That's you Chloe.
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Lydia Chlamydia
03:37
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Night out with Lydia Chlamydia,
Things start to spiral down.
In town with Lydia Chlamydia,
Give us all the runaround.
She wants to hide from things,
That remind her of wedding rings,
And being somewhere,
She doesn't want to be.
So she'll drink ten pints of lager,
The alcoholic balaclava,
Lydia doesn't know when to stop.
Ten past two with Lydia Chlamydia,
Watch the curtain start to fall.
She wants to go on somewhere new,
With a bouncer that she's met called Paul.
Her life is complicated,
Nothing drab or understated,
Everything's lit up like a Christmas tree.
She wants to carry on,
Way past the time when we've all gone,
Even Paul has got his taxi home.
She has her admirers,
Scaffolders and hair stylists,
Lydia isn't always home alone.
They wait in their homes,
Their thumbs poised,
On their mobile phones,
Waiting for a call from Lydia.
She's full of surprises,
Some of them in different sizes,
Some of them come late at night.
She has her admirers,
Scaffolders and hair stylists,
Lydia isn't always home alone.
They wait in their homes,
Their thumbs poised
On their mobile phones,
Waiting for a call from Lydia.
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She waits for letters that,
She hopes she'll see when they,
Fall through the door onto her floor,
But nothing seems to work,
The buttons on her shirt,
Are always undone,
An invitation's begun,
But no-one ever wants to come.
And the postman only brings,
Bills and all those things you get,
To tell you what you've won,
The TV set,
A fortnight in the sun,
Free gifts for everyone.
She checks her phone but,
No seeds have been sown and,
No messages light up the screen.
And she only wants one thing,
A wedding or a fling,
The chances are bleak,
The signal is week,
And nothing ever seems complete.
And the mobile never rings,
And the silence only brings you back,
Right back to the start,
Where she began,
With the ad in lonely hearts.
A gift for everyone,
A gift for everyone,
A gift for everyone.
But tomorrow never brings,
Any of those things they said,
The car parked in your drive,
The house in Spain,
That came as a surprise.
Free gifts for everyone,
Free gifts for everyone,
Gifts for everyone,
Free gifts for everyone,
Gifts for everyone.
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