Both born of lust and deceit We are lovers who will never meet Once fate put us in the same room When you knew not of me nor I of you Something inside dies
And we don't stand up to scrutiny But we spin by and by the by A great pain finds numb haven, humdrum And we spin by and by the by Something inside dies
Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round the bend for some time now For some time now
And me and Timmy Turd Are having trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum
And me and Barry C are going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need
Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round the bend for some time now For some time now
And me and Timmy Turd Are getting trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum
And me and Barry C are going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need
Something inside dies |
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