| Window wetter
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| All tarmac laying slick
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| Be found beneath some sort
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| Of public transport
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| Enormous ceramics
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| Stained as teeth
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| A country coming cold
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| Shows what I do as a woman
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| I do as a man
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| I howl for the heavens
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| To hear where I am
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| I’ve tried being clever
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| It’s given me hold nowhere
|
| I’ve tried saying nothing
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| But I’m still there
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| Oh you may catch some drift
|
| Be rolling down that dear
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| Slope which sees you piled up
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| And distant cleaner air
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| Or a tempered sweater
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| And trainers wearing thin
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| The so familiar sound
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| Of wailing when you’re asleep
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| What I do as a woman
|
| I do as a man
|
| I howl for the heavens
|
| To hear where I am
|
| I’ve tried being clever
|
| It’s given me hold nowhere
|
| I’ve tried saying nothing
|
| But I’m still there
|
| Oh the terrible fact is its closer
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| The end of the world as we’re older
|
| Blow cover
|
| There’s nothing for you to decide
|
| Here, the time that we waste rubbing shoulders
|
| Just wearing away years
|
| Slow brother
|
| Becoming the ones we deride
|
| What I do as a woman
|
| I do as a man
|
| I howl for the heavens
|
| To hear where I am
|
| I’ve tried being clever
|
| It’s given me hold nowhere
|
| I’ve tried saying nothing
|
| But I’m still there
|
| But I’m still there
|
| But I’m still there
|
| What I do as a woman
|
| I do as a man
|
| I howl for the heavens
|
| To hear where I am
|
| I’ve tried being clever
|
| It’s given me hold nowhere
|
| I’ve tried saying nothing
|
| But I’m still there
|
| What I do as a woman
|
| I do as a man
|
| I howl for the heavens
|
| To hear where I am
|
| I’ve tried being clever
|
| It’s given me hold nowhere
|
| I’ve tried saying nothing
|
| But I’m still there |