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Shame
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The Lick
This is how it starts
So in the past week I've made several trips to the gynaecologist
He was surprised to me standing there with my golden ticket
Hanging out of my left pocket
As I entered the building I saw
large acrylic paintings span the ceiling
And the stale smell of silicon clung to the walls
I breathed it in and I breathed it out
I thought nothing of it then and I think nothing of it now
I think nothing of it now
Salutations
Are in order
To welcome forth
Our sweet disorder
So why don't you sit in the corner of your room
Sit in the corner of your room
So sincerely recommended to you by the new musical express
You can pick it up and plug it and have it
ready for free-roaming material before you know it
And you can stroll on round to your
friend's house and play it LOUD AND PROUD
As you sit around in a circle and skip
one minute thirty seconds into the chorus
So we can all sing along to the four chord future
'Cos that's what we want
That's what we need
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Something we can touch
Something we can feel
Something that's relatable not debatable
Relatable not debatable
Relatable not debatable
Relatable not debatable
Relatable
Not
Debatable
Salutations
Are in order
To welcome forth
Our sweet disorder
I don't want to be heard if you're the only one listening
Bathe me in blood and call it a Christening
I don't want to be heard if you're the only one listening
Bathe me in blood and call it a Christening
Bathe me
Bathe me
Bathe me in blood
Bathe me
Bathe me
Bathe me in blood
And that's how it ends
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