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U.S.I
02:38
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The I is us, the I is you, the I is you and me,
The you in I, the me in you is easier to see.
Break me to pieces, pull yourself apart
Selotape me together and pritstick me to your heart..
And I, you
An I, you
And U.S.I
And U.S.I
And U.S.I..
Bundled up within ourselves we're searching for the light,
I'm holding my hand in yours, your'e leading me tonight
Picking out the styrofoam I'm eating from your mouth,
I'm tearing up I'm breathing now I'm running from your..
Sight
And I, you
And U.S.I
And U.S.I
And U.S.I..
I'm seeing from inside your eyes, your'e breathing through my lungs
I'm sucking up, I'm pushing out,
You're punished for my sins.
And I, you
An I, you
And U.S.I
And U.S.I
And U.S.I..
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Paper Shredder
02:41
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I've got a broken paper shredder
I told my mum, she says her life's no better
Cause her dishwashers broken, and she lives in Hoboken
Which isn't quite in New York City, despite what they say
She's got ten cats and a husband
Who was in the war, and he lost his hand
And her sons in an awful prog metal band
And she had to sell all her brand new rings
Cause Daddy wouldn't buy her a Mercedez Benz
Which she needed to take Jimmy to school
Cause riding in the Clio he felt such a fool
And it all went wrong for mum when she
Married Uncle Lenny, who despite his name
Didn't have a penny to fix my broken paper shredder
When will life get better?
When will life get better?
When will life get better?
When will life begin?
There's a girl who sits in my English class
Who spends every weekend puking in the grass
You think someone might say
"Stop little daring, no drinking today"
But every Friday night you'll see her there
Lying face down, with chunks in her hair
She's a hot mess, and he's 22 tomorrow
She's a hot mess, and he's 22 tomorrow
She's a hot mess, and he's 22 tomorrow
But he's not going anywhere,
She needs someone, to hold back her hair
So he'll never leave, though he wants to be free
She's a hot mess.
When will life get better?
When will life get better?
When will life get better?
When will life begin?
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The Butcher & The Baker
03:27
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The Butcher&The Baker and the Candle Stick maker, all sat down for tea
But the Butcher&The Baker and the Candle Stick maker didn't set a place for me
Fill your glasses & take my time, my darlings you all will forever be mine.
Georgie Peorgie kissed a boy, she didn't make him cry
The only one he cries for now are the angels in the sky
So take me for all I was ever worth
But my body in the grounnd, my body in the earth.
Where are your women? Did you deceive them?
And who has your children? Do you even still see them?
Your moneys all gone, it's floated away, on a boat, on the river, on a rainy cloudy day.
Fill your pockets and take my time, my darlings you three will forever be mine.
Georgie Peorgie kissed a boy, she didn't make him cry
The only ones he cries for now are the angels in the sky
So take me for all I was ever worth
But my body in the ground, my body in the earth.
Jack found Jill at the bottom of that hill & stole her heart away,
As the blood dripped down Jacks broken crown, Jill held back her laughter.
Fill your desire and take my time, my darlings you two will forever be mine.
Georgie Peorgie kissed a boy, she didn't make him cry
The only ones he cries for now are the angels in the sky
So take me for all I was ever worth
But my body in the ground, my body in the earth.
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Cliches
05:26
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I'm alone here
Theres nobody to call
I'm alone now
No ones around at all
I'm alone here
Stuck up in this room
So you come over
Sitting by the moon
I can tell by the look in your eyes
You don't care at all
Nothing you say means anything tonight
And I don't care
You don't know me at all
And you don't want to
I'm going to fall
Fall into your arms now
Because I was alone up in my room
But you are here now
Not a moment too soon
Just dont say
Just dont say
Those three words
Its a cliché
Its a cliché
Its a cliché
Its a cliché
And its worst kind of lie
The worst kind of lie
Its a cliché
Its a cliché
And it's a lie
And I'm alone now
Stuck up in this room
And you are gone now
It was over way too soon
And I said I loved you
though I dont know your name
but I love you
I loved you all the same
Its a cliché
Its a cliché
Its a cliché
Its a cliché
And its worst kind of lie
The worst kind of lie
Its a cliché
Its a cliché
And it's a lie
In the morning I turn over
You are gone
But last night for the first night
I wasn't alone
I can tell by the look in your eyes
That I'll never see your face
And you look at me in digrace
But I had you all night you were mine
had you all night all the time
You were mine mine mine
You were mine
It's a cliché
I don't even know your name
It's a cliché
cause I loved you all the same
It's a cliché
I don't know your name
But I loved you
I'll love you
all the same.
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Sophie Flynn West Midlands, UK
Sophie's music is a special blend of the bizarre with the normality of every day life.With songs ranging from nursery rhyme fantasies mixed up in cleverly penned lyricism in ‘The Butcher&The Baker’,to up beat fun in ‘U.S.I’,one thing you will never be when listening to Sophie is bored.After spending the last half of 2011 gigging in New York,Sophie is back in the U.K for the release of her debut EP ... more
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