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3. | Spine |
4. | Grandad And Toothache |
5. | Nelson Family |
6. | Virgin Mountain |
7. | I Love Me |
8. | Mother's Turned To Salt Now Hasn't She |
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I never learned how to spin plates on sticks
But i have a coat that makes me look just like a bird
Just like a bird
Whenever I go running in it people they smile
Especially when I throw bird feet into the air
Into the air
But on the surface I look warm
But on the surface I look warm
But underneath that is wool and water
And underneath the water and wool I am cold
Cold
Cold
I have a friend who looks like a bear
Whenever he throws his big hands into the air
People tend to leave
And people tend to cry
He lives in a cave right down the street
And this time of year you'd think he'd be asleep
But he's not
He's admiring his porcelein spoon collection
His porcelein spoon collection
But on the surface he looks cold
But on the surface he looks cold
But underneath that is cotton and candy
And underneath the candy and cotton he is cold
Cold
Cold
I never learned how to spin plates on sticks
And I never learned how to spin plates on sticks
And I never learned
But oh we are friends
Together we have partners
I'll make him laugh and he keeps me safe
Well I'll make him laugh and he keeps me clean
Clean
Clean
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I'm spelling a word: appeal
there's more than enough for you
but not enough for me
I'm just like a fan
I'm spinning around this room
oh, I'm touching all the pictures
and spreading my perfume
but just like a tic
I'm swelling for a bed
oh, I want you like I told you
and I'll take you like I should
who lied bearing down
who lied bearing down
oh-oh
who lied bearing down
who lied bearing down
I'm just like the man
who was born without blood
he's afraid of the city
he's afraid of the sun
but not like his friend
who was born without feet
but he lived in that city
and he died in the sun
who lied bearing down
who lied bearing down
oh-oh
who lied bearing down
who lied bearing down
I'm just like their son
who walked with a limp
oh, he's screaming from his window
and his screming won't stop
screaming:
I am not an animal
and I am not an animal
he cried
screaming:
I am not an animal
and I am not an animal
he cried
singing:
I am not an animal
and I am not an animal
he cried
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Mother's Turned To Salt Now Hasn't She |
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