I know you’re sleeping The gas is leaking Tender is the night There’s the killing flu There’s the evening blue There’s the pile of leaves Of your dying trees
There’s the gender war On each one’s backyard There’s the chill up your spine There’s the morning moon There’s the dream come true With your cigarette breaks Strangers with their strange names
Leave me out ’Cos I’m no wonderboy I’m no happy song So leave me out ’Cos I’m no wonderboy I’m no happy song
I’m no sing-along On your radio I’m no sing-along On your radio
Then the laugh’s been drawn And the the laugher’s bored With your smile There’s the silver spoon Dropped in an empty pool Wine is going down Easy, as every night
These’re your forgotten friends These expired meds You’d never throw away There’s the calming down Sunday’s always too bright And there is still the sound Of my blinding light
Leave me out ’Cos I’m no wonderboy I’m no happy song So leave me out ’Cos I’m no wonderboy I’m no happy song
I’m no sing-along On your radio I’m no sing-along On your radio
I know you’re all alone And you don’t even fucking know Windows break easier than you thought Sweat tastes the same everywhere you go And guests stay always way too long I know, now I don’t wanna go
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