"Million Things" as written by Davey Macmanus, Daniel Raymond Harris, Richard John Carter and Owen Hopkin....
We're nothing special
Identical imbeciles
Call around on a Sunday and cop a feel
We're all clones
Bullshit down the phone
Wanna join my cult and keep my pocket full

What's in your head?
I think it's your big bang theory
What's in your head?
I think it's your big bang theory

Don't ask me now
I'm still far too young to follow you
Don't ask me now
I've still got a million things to do
Don't ask me now
I'm still far too young to follow you
Don't ask me now
I've still got a million things to do

Fireside security
Legoland family
Six feet safely from my crimes
Teenage turbulence
Trash can tragedies
The weeping of a willow under sky

What's in your head?
I think it's your big bang theory
What's in your head?
I think it's your big bang theory

Don't ask me now
I'm still far too young to follow you
Don't ask me now
I've still got a million things to do
Don't ask me now
I'm still far too young to follow you
Don't ask me now
I've still got a million things

We are marching like pigs, to the market of flesh
With humps on our backs and hair on the palms of our hands

Marching like pigs, to the market of flesh
With humps on our backs and hair on the palms of our hands


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