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Well the blues had a baby and the bastard couldn't sing |
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So the priest holds the candle and the parents kiss the ring |
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Someone shouted "Let's keep the afterbirth and throw the kid away" |
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Me? And I fried my brain-sac for the pain I felt today. |
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So I go out and come in again, so I go out and come in again |
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So I go out and come in again, see if I can get clean. |
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Come on, split my head wide open, Scoop out a little of my brain |
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Need some identification? Julian Cope - the very sane |
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Yeah and this is not a dainty world to set before the swine |
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Guess it looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the line |
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Winter's getting warmer, the ice-caps are melting |
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I've got the whole Blues of Creation, snapping at my heels |
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So I go out and come in again, so I go out and come in again |
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So I go out and come in again, see if I can get clean. |
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Come on, split my head wide open, scoop out a little of my brain |
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Need some identification? Julian Cope - the very sane. |
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Yeah and this is not a dainty world to set before the swine |
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Guess it looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the line |
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I looked in the mirror, stared at the shelf |
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I said "Doctor, doctor, doc, I can't be myself" |
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Since 1904, this pathway's been just fine |
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So why should I be hanging out and hung up on the line, |
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Why should I be hanging out and hung up on the line, |
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Hanging out - hanging out - we're hanging out. |
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And this is not a dainty world - and this is not a dainty world, |
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And this is not a dainty world to set before the swine, |
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Guess it looks like I'm hanging out and hung up on the line. |
