Sing me to sleep / Sing me to sleep / I’m tired and I / I want to go to bed
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Good times for a change / See, the luck I’ve had can make a good man turn bad / So please, please, please / Let me, let me, let me
All men have secrets and here is mine, so let it be known / For we have been through hell and high tide, I can surely rely on you / And yet you start to recoil, heavy words are so lightly thrown / But still I’d leap in front of a flying bullet for you
Girl afraid / Where do his intentions lay? / Or does he even have any? / She says
I am the son and the heir / Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar / I am the son and heir / Of nothing in particular
Sweetness / Sweetness, I was only joking when I said: I’d like to / Smash every tooth in your head / Oh, sweetness
Upon the sand, upon the bay / There is a quick and easy way, you say / Before you illustrate / I’d rather state
Hand in glove / The Sun shines out of our behinds / No, it’s not like any other love / This one is different because it’s us
Panic on the streets of London / Panic on the streets of Birmingham / I wonder to myself / Could life ever be sane again
I decree today that life / Is simply taking and not giving / England is mine, it owes me a living / But ask me why, and I’ll spit in your eye