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I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers Slipping the clippers Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires The sense of isolation inspires Inspires me I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear Intruders happy in the dark Intruder come Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark |
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We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping hand And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel He has his future in a British steel We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work Nigel is not outspoken But he likes to speak And loves to be spoken to Nigel is happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel |
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| 3:37 |
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Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd To feed the farmer whose Cadaver's filled with onion rings And feet are filled with glue Now sinister exaggerator What's your claim to fame? Is still your favorite Ferlingetti Found in Auntie Maim? Your alter life is superceded Only from above Your hear is like a silken sponge That calls saliva love |
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| 1:27 | 
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| 5. |
| 5:29 |
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Come on here, dear boy, have a cigar You're gonna go far, fly high You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try; they're gonna love you Well I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincerely The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think Oh by the way, which one's Pink? And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, we call it riding the Gravy Train We're just knocked out, We heard about the sell out You gotta get an album out You owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart It's a hell of a start, it could be made into a monster if we all pull together as a team And did we tell you the name of the game, boy we call it Riding the Gravy Train |
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