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Done (Carter/Fits) Red light flashing madly And a stop sign saying no more road to go - no! I ain't run out of track! I got track and plenty behind it Done! Good as done! Up and down and bounced like a seesaw Whatchu sayin' whydidja leave for? So obvious cut out and final and Done Good as done Whatchu sayin' whydidja leave for? Whatchu sayin' whydidja leave for? Sad men suffer gladly and this here is no matter of theory! Done Good as done Done |
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Spacing (Carter/Fits) Feel at a loss now Shut out put down The less has grown more now But I'm round to stay And I don't mind if I don't Do what you do the sensation about you is Slow motion I'm idle a spacing about you Feel light 'n' loose now Unbound in wait And I don't mind if I don't Ever come down from the high notes Space that I found with nobody else around but you to see I put a wall around it A piece of mind cut my eye Rest fell out but I don't mind Messin' out on half a mind Ain't no placing the spacing about you Slow motion I'm idle and in there behind ya Don't mind if I don't Do what you do cos wherever I'll find you in slow-mo' no mistaking I'm spacing about ya Spacing on out there |
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Solid (Carter/Fits) Thought thru bruised too For want of a better result I'll throw you lose you - It's something else that I want not you It's something solid So unsolid When I'm in you I can't seem to lose My something solid Was what I wanted One thing I needed to go to Lost me lost you A simple trick to deceive you Fool me fooled you The simple trick was to cling to you My something solid Simple to deceive and it was simple to forget The place I thought I was but see I haven't got there yet Somewhere millions of miles away Somewhere better where it's okay Simple to deceive and it was simple to forget The place I thought I was but see, I haven't got there yet Somewhere millions of miles away Somewhere better where it's okay It's not you - it's somewhere solid to go to |
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Whiteout (Carter/Fits) This is not enough This town is how it feels Battened down across the fields Don't say it I don't wanna hear I've got a sackful of stupid ideas Got a band playing crap upstairs and a ringing ringing in my ear And this is not enough No this is not enough Don't say it I've had it to here The way I've had it for too many years Gettin' asked questions all over town And a growing mind just to wipe 'em all out in whiteout! |