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The Rumble Strips - <Girls and Weather>
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I'm lying on my back, looking at the clouds
Lying on my back, looking at the clouds (x3)
One of them looks like you, one of them looks like me
The wind starts blowing them apart, it's breaking my heart to see
Cause as you move away, we go from snowy white to grey
And as you fly so high, my cloud starts to disappear and die
I'm lying on my back, looking at the clouds
Lying on my back, looking at the clouds (x3)
It's a half past two in the afternoon
Lying on my back looking at the clouds
I've been drinking since this morning
I won't move from this spot
Because I like it a lot
Lying on my back, looking at the clouds (x4)
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There's nothing left for us, we're rotting in this place
And the night has lost it's taste
The bells of doom are ringing, but you don't hear them
You say "come on back to bed"
And I say "you must be dead
Don't you hear big bells ringing
Don't you hear those voices singing?"
It's only time, let it pass away
It's only time, let it pass away
Well I run into the streets and I scream from the depths of my lungs
"Well I see you've finally come!
Good evening Mister Reaper,
What's that you're saying? All my hopes and dreams are dead?
That I should go back to my bed"
I wake up a new man, singing the only words I can
It's only time, let it pass away
It's only time, let it pass away
It's only time, let it pass away
It's only time, let it pass away
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If only this bike was a motorcycle
i wouldnt be moving so slow
if only this bike was a motorcycle
id be over half way home
as i move down the street id be looking so good and id be gone in a blink of an eye..
if only this bike was a motorcycle..
if only this bike could..flyyyy...
sometimes when im riding along i forget where im going! i start a dream that this little old bike is a big loud glistening speed machine, im getting chased everywhere i go, by hundreds of girls all fighting to show how much they love me, so i, pull over and give them a ride on my
fast moving, street cruising, geek losing motorbike!
but its all just a dream..
im actually moving quite slowly..
airs nice and clean but my bicycle seat is so lonely... its so lonely this bike..
if only this bike....
oh if only this bike was a motorcycle
i wouldnt be sad anymore!
if only this bike was a motorcycle
id move down the street with a roar
we'll be wild, we'll be free!
just my motorcycle and me..
with a glint in my eye..
I'd show you that this little boy can really...flyyyyyyyyyyy!
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My television
Your television
In different rooms
I can hear you laughing
Can you hear me laughing too?
You hate me, you do
You hate me, you do
I'm knocking on your wall
I'm knocking on your wall
In time to a record you play
But I know you're thinking
I can't keep a rhythm
Ooh, you hate me, you do
You hate me, you do
I can feel you burning, I can feel you burning
You're going to burn down this grubby little flat
The air's so thick, I'm chewing on it
My heart's bashing on my ribs with a baseball bat
I won't work
You won't work
Ain't life just like one long holiday
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