alone But won't you please give my, give my baby daughter A great, big, stupid kiss and tell her that her stupid father Will be coming home soon Stupid
they say nothing lasts forever, so i'm living for today see i listen to what they say and i push your love away stupid sayings, oho, stupid sayings, oho stupid sayings, oho, stupid
't be Leaving with me Then afterwards We drop into A quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go And spoil it all By saying something stupid
I know the guy who we can blame I even know his middle name I never liked his stupid games And if he tries to hunt us down Or thinks that he can fool
What gives you the right to tell others what to do? You sit in judgement, you can't be wrong, Your infallible power's undeniably wrong. You can kill
What Gives You The Right To Tell Others What To Do? You Sit In Judgement You Can't Be Wrong Your Infallible Power's Undeniably Wrong (chorus) You Can
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Stranded here on planet Earth It's not much but it could be worse Everything's free here, there's no crowds Winter lasted five long years No sun will
A light snow is falling on London All sign of the living has gone The last train pulls into the station And no one gets off and no one gets on Don't
A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach He was a friend that I could not reach He thought I was cold but I understand But for the grace of God goes another
I am in my pram Look you, I'm so new Oh, I am sleeping there Underneath the stairs If you wanted to You'd find inside my mind Things so surreal In the
[Written by Steven Wilson] You keep me waiting You keep me alone in a room full of friends You keep me hating You keep me listening to the Bends No
[Written by Steven Wilson] I need you more than you can know And if I hurt myself it's just for show I found a better way to curb the pain You put a
[Written by Steven Wilson] This song leaks out onto the pavement It could be a joke, it could be a statement The more that I fake it and pretend I don
Ghosts in the park appear just after dark Killers, children but no one has a harp They look like tourists, it makes me want to laugh Under floorboards
[Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
intelligence If not just credit me I come in value packs of ten In five varieties And even though I got it all now My only stupid dream I see you and