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(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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British bulldog in the shelter shed, eyeing off the big white Angus Forces gathered 'cross the football field, new ways for playing dead Too bad I'm playing dead Magic mushroom floating in her head, old man, the Tolkien wizard As he nattered down the path he led, what she saw, not what he said She heard not what he said |
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Running away, flying away One thing is certain, your skin you will save Your skin you will save, your skin you will save | ||
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Fear it creeps along your skin There's no way out and you don't want in Fear it creeps along your lip Nervous twitch and inadvertent slip |
Backed up against a dingy bed, Inspector Moustache taps his cane Concentrate at once on every word, agree with all you think he said Freaking out inside your head Now a meeting with a long-time friend, and the silence can't be filled Grasping wildly onto any strand, any fragile single thread Of the dangled, tangled web | |
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Running away, flying away One thing is certain, your skin you will save Your skin you will save, your skin you will save Your skin you will save, your skin you will save Your skin you will save, your skin you will save Your skin you will save, your skin you will save Your skin you will save, your skin you will save |
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