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Robin's Clogs
03:59
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Come on Robin
Don't be daft
I'll do anything to make you laugh
You are not the living dead
There is not a bounty on your head
I know there's no way to tell
No such thing as Heaven
No such thing as Hell
But you snuff it every night
And every morning you come back to life
You drink downstairs
While Death reaps grimly in the corner
God, he's simply got to go
I don't care whose he is just get him out
And no he can't stay for one more cider
He's a plastic nightmare
Get him out of here
He doesn't pay rent
He's not allowed in here
If I come round and he's still there
I'm going to fold him down and put him on full
In the microwave
Until he melts right down
Until we all feel brave
He can't get us now
He's like death warmed up
And it's just not good enough
I have made you a song
Now make us a cup of chuff
Everybody makes a mark in their own way
You leave your mark in the kitchen everyday
You're Donkey Kong with two balloons to play
Friday night's your favourite level
You didn't bring a coat you berk it's at home
Get out of the queue or I'll leave you here alone
With all the drunks and the people you don't know
And they don't know you and you love them
Etoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, couer
Etoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, triangle
Etoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, couer
Etoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, triangle
Etoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, couer
Etoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, triangle
Etoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, couer
Etoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, étoile, triangle
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Halogen
03:18
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Oh pixie face
We always go to waste
Your spritely mug
Pink from the windows
It's a boozy grace
Your dreamy nonchelance
My fear and love of chance
You never really mean to get here
And I only mean to dance
I suppose
I've had a change of heart
If I could change your heart
Like a doctor with a hacksaw
That would make a start
But your slippery
You are a mystery
Apparently you'll probably take the piss with me
I'm a magnet letter
You're a refrigerator
Just a mermaid swimming around my imagination
Noone believes in magic
Magic's full of danger
Don't go back to London
Sounds like lots of fun
Don't go
Oh tinkerbell
I want to know you well
I want to crack open your head
I want to crack your shell
It's only chemicals
It's strictly medical
Makes a change to know that something's actually there at all
Actual Biology
Not Sociology
Sometimes all the little thoughts
Just get on top of me
We are here tonight
In real life
And nothing ever comes of it
But nevermind eh
I'm a magnet letter
You're a refrigerator
Just a mermaid swimming around my imagination
How come you're not really dancing
Just Vanessa
You go back to London
I'll go back to Milton Keynes
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