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I don't know why I'm frightened
I know my way around here
The cardboard trees, the painted seas
The sound here
Yes, a world to rediscover
But I'm not in any hurry
And I need a moment
The whispered conversations
In overcrowded hallways
The atmosphere, as thrilling here
As always
Feel the early morning madness
Feel the magic in the making
Yes, everything's as if we never said -
I've spent so many mornings
Just trying to resist you
I'm trembling now, you can't know how
I've missed you
Missed the fairytale adventure
In this ever-spinning playground
We were young together
I'm coming out of makeup
The lights already burning
Not long until the camera's will
Start turning
And the early morning madness
And the magic in the making
Yes, everything's as if we never said -
And this time will be bigger
And brighter than we knew it
So watch me fly, we all know I
Can do it
We'll have early morning madness
We'll have magic in the making
Yes, everything's as if we never said -
Everything's as if we never said -
Everything's as if we never said
Adios
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Boom boom boombedy boom
Who decorated this room?
Let me zoom down that fleshy flume
Outside where there's less gloom
Shoo shoo shoobedy doo
Open up, let me through
Don't hold me in, I'm warning you
There's no underestimating what I can do
Yak yak yakety yak
I don't wanna come back
I gotta escape from this Alcatraz tomb
Cos I'm dying to breathe soon
Boom boom boombedy boom
Ramalamalama
How I'm searching for the grammar
To describe that certain glamour
That I'm yearning for
Do re mi
Could you let me out to see
That world that I am pining for
Tearing at your lining for?
Dum dum dumbedy dum
When's my day gonna come?
I gotta be brave and face my doom
Could you shove a big spoon in
And pull me out of this womb?
Ramalamalama
How I'm searching for the grammar
To describe that certain glamour
That I'm yearning for
Do re mi
Could you let me out to see
That world that I am pining for
Tearing at your lining for?
Yak yak yakety yak
I don't wanna come back
I gotta escape from this Alcatraz tomb
Cos I'm dying to breathe soon
Who put me into this room?
Boom boom boombedy boom
What will they write on my tomb?
"Here lies a person gone too soon
But his time was ticking from the moment he got out of the womb"
A-boom boomedy boom
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One Of Those People
05:04
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You are one of those people
Who are happy to drive
So you have an excuse not to drink
You are one of those people
Who have your group of friends
And the membership costs them a hell of a lot
One of those people who bite things in two
Even crisps
One of those people who baby their cats
[unintelligible sounds]
I am one of those people
Who avoid those people
One of whom is you
You are one of those people
Who select the salad
And then the Cornish pasty at the station
You are one of those people
Who go to Berlin
Just to have been there and to tag yourself
One of those people who take their time
Putting their purse away
Even though there's a sizeable queue
So walk away from the counter
You are one of those people
Who do not care
That I don't like those people
One of those voices like Myleene Klass
One of those voters with no idea
And I am one of those people
Who must ascertain which people are those people
You are one of those people
Who don't watch TV, supposedly
But you must because you're Charlotte not Miranda
You are one of those people
Who live to complain
Because you love it when you're the star of your own life
One of those people who never change
Happy as you are
One of those people who can't be alone
You need to be surrounded
And you are one of those people
Who'll never know that you are one of those people
You are one of those people
Who do not know that there are types of people
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Je Ne Sais Quoi
03:08
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You're stuck in a deep rut
No hope of escape but
You've got something special
A je ne sais quoi
You know Lana was like that
Tight top and a cute hat
It's lucky they stumbled upon her in that bar
Came across that Lana Turner
Which brings me to this, to now, to you
You've got something special, you're fresh and you're new
A damn tricky business but I'll get you through
With everything you got, I bet you'll be Lana 2
We'll get you a headshot and plenty of castings
A fabulous hairdo and whiten those teeth
Audition for Broadway and wow the producers
Your name up in lights with the title beneath
Perfoming's a blast, you get champagne and flowers
And mass adulation when treading the boards
They clap for you nightly and only say good things
There's minimal work and a load of rewards
Minimal work and a load of rewards
Your name up in lights
It won't happen overnight
Let me give you a pointer about this whole business
Don't blame other people, you glorified hooker
You stupid dumb broad
You're awfully lucky to be with an agent
There's thousands of girls who would kill for a booker
But they're being ignored
Which brings me to this, to now, to you
I've got you a screen test for Deep Throat 2
A damn tricky business so what can you do?
Just a couple blue movies, only a few
I got you auditions for many a stage show
I want them to like you but clearly they don't
It sure ain't my fault if you're hardly a looker
I tell you to flash your tits but you won't
You turn down the corporates and talent show formats
You think you're so special, your head's in a cloud
I'm sick and I'm tired of hearing you whining
You could be a lapdancer but you're too goddamn proud
You're too goddamn proud
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No one knows what it is they do
But they always do it together
No one's sure, least of all these two
But they go at it hell for leather
Like an egg needs a chick and a chick needs an egg
And the human body can't stand on just one leg
Inseparable
Nothing's irreparable
No one knows how
No one knows why
But you know these two will always be as one
Doing it together
Off they go on their merry way
Never minding whatever the weather
No one's sure if they might be gay
But who gives a f-lying feather
Let's not get ourselves into a stew
The occasional prince would rather keep the shoe
And Cinders might like girls too
You know she might be a lesbian
She could like it, she could like it
Girl on girl
Just picture that, yeah
No one knows what it is they do
And no one's sure, least of all these two
Inseparable
Nothing's irreparable
No one knows how
No one knows why
But the icing is too sickly off the bun
So stick it back on
And you can't have countless holsters for your gun
You only need one
They'll stay as partners until their days are done
Doing it together
You know they'll always be together
Ro-Ro and Mister G
And that's love
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Matthew Floyd Jones London, UK
Musicmonger, est. 1985, south-east England.
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