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They have sucked the life from this room
As they tell worse tales than Hollywood sequels
I'm eyeing the door, to make my great escape
But it's a shame that it's really just a toilet break
Tell me, tell me what would he do?
Tell me, tell me what Chuck Norris do?
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Speckled Pink and Blue
04:05
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Speckled pink and blue, one for me and you
One on my tongue and one your tongue
Watch these colours run
Look at the lights with those full-moon eyes and bang the drum
The night has just begun
Then we rolled around, like a pack of hounds
And we painted the town, with our barks and our howls
We drank this river dry
Look at the lights with those full-moon eyes and bang the drum
The night has just begun
Then we took the car, your dad's Jaguar
For a spin in the dark, country lanes and farms
To the bay beneath the stars
Spread on the sand, with you curled in my lap, then we both began to hum
The night has just begun
We're hungry and so young
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Ghost
03:27
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Am I, am I chasing a ghost?
Feeling I was getting close
Cat and mouse she never tells
Leaves my head a carousel
I can't, I can't, I cannot refuse
Give me, give me, just one sign
Before I curl up with this bottle of wine
I can't, I can't, I cannot refuse
So with my tail between my legs
I'll put to bed this pissed-up head
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Silver Tongue
03:39
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He rolls around these London streets
Takes and picks as he please
Dips and slides between the sheets
Boy from the country, cutting his teeth
You are my silver-tongued friend
Scattered yourself across these ladies beds
On a platter they will have your pretty head
He rolls around these London streets
He dips and slides between the sheets
You bit off far more than you could've chewed with those teeth
One stain that cannot be cleaned
You are my silver-tongued friend
Scattered yourself across these ladies beds
On a platter they will have your pretty head
On a platter they will have your pretty head
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