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| |  Posted 10/03/2008 16:42:50 | |
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| You say that you don’t know but, I think you do,
There’s clearly something wrong there’s clearly something wrong with you,
I really do not need to pry but this just seems so silly,
How can the truth become a lie just so it means you’re winning, (You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) I can see it in your eyes,
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) You can’t shy away.
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) Or cover up your misdemeanors with anything you say. When you want you know you can be as good as gold,
But try telling that to the bloke who owns the phone that you just stole,
I try to say you’re doing wrong but you choose to ignore me,
You say you don’t need anyone but I know a different story, (You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) I can see it in your eyes,
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) You can’t shy away.
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) A cover of your misdemeanors with anything you say. (You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) I can see it in your eyes,
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) You can’t shy away.
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) A cover of your misdemeanors with anything you say, and it’s not your fault,
Cause if no one got hurt, what’s all the fuss about, you say, What about next time, (Oh he don’t know, what he’s doing wrong),
(Oh he don’t know) I can see it in your eyes ,
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong) You can’t shy away,
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong)I can see it in your eyes,
(You don’t know what you’re doing wrong)
Vote Paddy for Mod!
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| | | Posted 10/03/2008 16:57:14 | |
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Last Login: 18/06/2008 15:15:33
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| | Manchester (By The Beautiful South) From Northenden to Partington it’s rain
From Altrincham to Chadderton it’s rain
From Moss Side to Swinton hardly Spain
It’s a picture postcard of “wish they never came”
And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense
It doesn’t spoil the view or cause offence
Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents
Make gentlemen wear shorts but don’t make gents
So convertible stay garage-bound
Save after-sun for later
If rain makes Britain great
Then Manchester is greater
As you dry your clothes once again
Upon the radiator
What makes Britain great
Makes Manchester yet greater
From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshawe it’s rain
Gorton, Salford, Sale pretty much the same
As I’m caught up without my jacket once again
The raindrops on my face play a sweet refrain
And as winter turns reluctantly to spring
For the clouds above the city there’s one last fling
Swallows build their nests, chaffinch sing
And the sun strolls into town like long lost king
And the mood of this whole sodden place is melancholy
Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds
But dropped its lolly
And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry
Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun
And stole its brolly
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| | | Posted 11/04/2008 08:32:03 | |
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| | Skateboarding saves me twice - Grandaddy Skateboarding saves me twice.
Avoid, rather than check. Check, rather than hurt. Hurt, rather than maim. Maim, rather than kill. For all life is precious, nor can any be replaced. |
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