Damn these methods of communication,
Makin it easier to blurt out things you instantly regret
Where does that leave us brother when our preparatory ritual
Is ten cold cans, a rack and a pack o duly taxed cigarettes
I still check the weather page, to see if it hit freezin on the Lancashire map
And i wonder if you do too, i aint gonna tan i'm gonna stroke again
You should hear the band man
Sometimes i think it's gonna ignite rip off my freakin hand
You should hear the band man
Sometimes i think it's gonna rip on off my freakin hand
Goddamn those plans
Somewhere you know that this damn things
still just yours and mine
I always thought it was for the beer, the festivals or shows
But it's been near on 10 years now, the mystique round you grows
Now yer 3 girls they're so pretty, little English roses
I'm still shit at buying presents, surely by now they know
should we make plans for London, i'll get there once more please
Don't believe half o what you hear, i still got some faculties
But don't go jumpin in front of night cabs for the theatre or the buzz
There's been too much of the dramatic stuff
Damn these geographic lines
Makin events of our simple times

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