You're getting away from yourself You're getting away, oh woah ohohohoh You're getting away from yourself You're getting away, oh woah ohohohoh I saw
In the grey of yesterday A breeze blew over exposing A memory so small What is it here for Your virility, makes me forget empathy Dig your hole That'
D'you think I'd have to choose? D'you think I'd wear brown shoes? D'you think that I'd ever have to read about this in the news? You're gonna have a go
There?s not much to say for me its ok you know girls like mystery They?ll know all the things I?ve read That?s ok don?t necessarily make it bad Leave
I could be someone else if you'd rather Try to win you over like a new step father smart but still a sucker for whoever asks you i pictured the scene
I'm a realist I'm a romantic I'm an indecisive piece of shit I'm a realist I'm a romantic I am indecisive and that's about it and you dream that's the
In a radius of a thousand miles I find it strange no one makes me smile you should understand you still have to try when we're all the same I was almost
I, I, I, I can't find time for her oh no I, I, I, I can't find time for her oh no and I, I, I, I can't find time for her oh no I, I, I, I can't find time
Have you noticed i've never been impressed by your friends from new york and london i'll level accusations like the press until you realise that you've
The wrong time, the wrong place Your talent scouts my lonely face Of all the things i can't replace Your talent scouts my lonely face Well i'm alright
I was born in 'The Merrie City' I've been trying to get out of it Nothing's changed since the 1950's I'm surprised all the time what I find out There
You'll sleep tonight Dream dreams where i would die its alright its alright They did not come true Although they will do, in time It's alright, its alright
But by the end of the evening I was in no doubt Of all of the things That you could live without And i know... I drag up ancient history Hope that they
When I was young I came upon A girl I met Now she wakes up just to see King's Cross scum beat down on me Saturday night facts of life At the knuckle,
Hey scenesters, hey hey scenesters! Hey scenesters, hey hey scenesters! Hey scenesters, hey hey scenesters! You all are in trouble now (Someone's gonna
Don't go home Fine by me But you just lost your dignity Living in the dusty room Staying in and making moves Someone's had enough Someone's had too much
All the meek you should rejoice Now you've found your voice If you can't beat them don't join them Just post rumors on forums And I heard that it's curtains
How hard can it be To get a slap on the back from a room full of morons? So you hate my sunglasses? Well your precious Leeds is dead Just so long as you