I still don’t know
Where did you come from?
I wrote a small book for you to read to me
I still don’t know
Where did you come from?
I may not have had my brains on
When the music was for you
Just my ticker ticker ticker ticker ticker ticker
I may not have had my smarts on
When the music was true
Just my ticker ticker ticker ticker ticker ticker

Green hat the music will play itself
Blue hat the music wont play itself
Grey hat the music plays ourselves x2

I don’t go out for a reason
You don’t hide but others do
But I don’t get hot get hot get hot get hot
Making moulds of reactions
Making moulds of shells
But do you feel it feel it feel it feel it
feel it feel it feel it feel…

Green hat the music will play itself
Blue hat the music wont play itself
Grey hat the music plays ourselves x2

With your jumper covered skills gone
When your past year twelve
Your just a flicker flicker flicker flicker flicker flicker
I may not have had my brains on
When the music was for you
Just my ticker ticker ticker ticker ticker ticker


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