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She saw a cloud that looked like a dachshund
On the train up to Liverpool
And the clouds were a soft grey lid on the world
Spitting on the window
She wore her brand new boots and a t-shirt
That had a picture of a kitten on
And we sat on a wall and ate
OYSTER ICE CREAMS
I will take you sideways, through alleyways
Anyway you choose
Before we come back to Earth
Coming out for the Summer
(Open up, o-o-pen up)
I'll be me and you can be you
No one will know who we are or care what we do
Read a book on the beach
(READ A BOOK ON THE BEACH)
Dig a hole on the beach
(DIG A HOLE ON THE BEACH)
Eat some chips on the beach
(EAT SOME CHIPS ON THE BEACH)
WE'LL NEVER WANT TO GO HOME
I'll take you sideways, through alleyways
Anyway you choose
Before we come back to Earth
Coming out for the summer
(Open up, o-o-pen up)
I'll be me and you can be you
No one will know who we are or care what we do
You're a
Stick of rock and it
Runs right through you
There's nowhere I'd rather be
Than here with you for these
Good old days
Are good old days for you and me
Coming out for the summer
(Open up, o-o-pen up)
I'll be me and you can be you
No one will know who we are or care what we do
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Jelly, Baby
03:31
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Is it cruel or kind if I
Speak my mind
And I tell you
I don't think you're the only one?
Is it sweet or foolish
To depend on you to prove me
Worth your while
And kind?
You, you're not the only one to cry
So do I
I'm a jelly when you touch my skin
And I'm a jelly, baby, when you look in-
To my jelly eyes
I've got jelly bones
There's jelly holding up my whole spine
If the Earth rotates slowly
On its axis
How long will it be
Til I'm standing in the air you once breathed?
If I fall down
When there's no-one else around
Is it still
Embarrassing?
You, you're not the only one to cry
So do I
And if you put your hand in my back pocket
Does that mean you really love me?
I'm a jelly when you touch my skin
And I'm a jelly, baby, when you look in-
To my jelly eyes
I've got jelly bones
There's jelly holding up my whole spine
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Build Your Own Scene
02:48
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I picked a scab while I watched your show
Not cos it was boring, just cos I was bored
Of edgy boys all dressed up
Singing about how I'm oppressed
But you don't know how much you don't know
No more heroes
Today or tomorrow
Rebrand, repackage, repent
To distance the art from the scene of the crime
And the stain on my scene
Abandon nuance for the sake of impact
It's short hand, a stand in for
Something true
Sand down sophistication for a trite interpretation
Of what it means to be me
According to you
Tomorrow they'll be gone
So buy the tea towel
Now
Strip the song to the skeleton
Who is underneath?
Cut the head off the hydra
We'll salt the earth where you grow
SALT THE EARTH WHERE YOU GROW
Just cos he says it doesn't mean that he knows you
Just cos he's read it doesn't mean that he'll show you
What makes a man beyond some skin and some water
What makes a man beyond some skin and some water
Build your own scene
Build your own scene
Build your own scene
Build your own scene
Build your own scene
Build your own scene
Build your own scene
Build your own scene
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