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Good Morning, Bad Blood
04:27
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One magpie in the garden, then it’s gone
Two sugars in my coffee, make it strong
Three paracetamol, but still I’m not quite right
Four bloody fingerprints across the bedroom light
Don’t sing me a love song
Don’t tease me that way
Five minutes on my own and I’ll be fine
Six feet standing, but I’m lacking in a spine
Seven Brides For Seven Brothers makes me cry
And eight, you’ve got me grasping for a rhyme
The stuff that flows between us
That haunts you in your dreams
Argentina
Don’t you ever cry for me?
Good morning, bad blood
Surrender celebrated with a kiss upon my cheek
War is pencilled in for the same time next week
The water Majorca don’t taste like it should
But what is love without bad blood?
The stuff that flows between us
That haunts you in your dreams
Argentina
Don’t you ever cry for me?
Good morning, bad blood…
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Titanic
04:28
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Broken promise
Familiar ground
Tried every bottle
No message found
The lie that went the distance
The water at your waist
Chest becoming clearer
Leaves a bitter taste
‘Cause every love-bird has two wings to clip
And every joker tries a final quip
Once fallen flat that’s when the mask it slips
And truth comes pouring from your lips
If this were the Titanic, we’d be hearing violins by now…
Deeper breathing
The stars hung on one side
A toast to slowly sinking
If I cracked a smile, I lied
It almost went the distance
The water at your neck
An encore just to please you
Now that the band are up on deck
‘Cause every love-bird has two wings to clip
And every joker tries a final quip
Once fallen flat that’s when the mask it slips
And truth comes pouring from your lips
If this were the Titanic, we’d be hearing violins by now
If this were the Titanic, we’d be slipping down, down, down…
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Your words are like the clothes on Bart Simpson, they never change
Ay caramba, ain’t love strange?
Hair changes but these blue faces are set in stone
Ringing out, unanswered telephone
And as the curtain pulls, I’ll sing my sweet refrain
Of ‘push the door to love, I’m cold again…’
When the words dry up, we’ll always have the rain
And how Saturday night television’s not the same
So, so long holding horses that hearts forgot
How to saddle up and ride like bullets shot
Higher than Queen of Diamonds, I can’t replace
Kitchen scissor fringe that crowns your face
And as the curtain pulls, I’ll sing my sweet refrain
Of ‘push the door to love, I’m cold again…’
When the words dry up, we’ll always have the rain
And how Saturday night television’s not the same…
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Run, Rabbit, Run
03:51
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Cotton tail, cotton tail
I saw your picture in the Daily Mail
The taste of blood to Elmer Fudd
They want your foot around their neck for good luck
So run, rabbit run, run rabbit, run
Get back to Kingdom Come, to Kingdom Come
Run rabbit, run, run rabbit run, run rabbit run
There’s no love in English Sun, in English Sun
Run, rabbit…
A butcher’s knife, for eyes so bright
They want your freedom, your way of life
You didn’t fight and die for this, they Christened you in ‘66
You’ll never teach an old dog new tricks, it’s stones and it’s sticks
So run, rabbit, run, run rabbit, run
Get back to Kingdom Come, to Kingdom Come
Run rabbit, run, run rabbit run, run rabbit run
There’s no love in English Sun, in English Sun
Run, rabbit, run…
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