| What a rare occasion
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| Dinner alone was a crime
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| Until a strange sensation
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| When I asked if I could be your guy
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| I never said it’d be easy
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| I’m the last man I’d ever date
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| Always tired, lacking desire
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| To feel enough to start the day
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| Living can be simple
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| If you try your best to never try
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| What a lucky devil
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| Who reaps but never does his time
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| And everybody’s happy
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| When you’re the victim, I’m the crime
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| Who could fail, it’s easy as braille
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| If you just read between the lines
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| January has come
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| But I wish he’d knock
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| If I liked to spend my evenings in darkness I’d go to betting shop
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| And put it all on red
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| And crawl back into bed
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| Find a series brainlessly easy
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| And drink 'til I’ve a lolling head
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| Melt away in sheets
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| Warm from all the sweat
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| Dream I’m famous, wake up shameless
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| And sore from a night of regret
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| Ah-h, fuck
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag
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| Catatonic skinbag
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| Catatonic skinbag |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catatonic Skinbag , by - Blaenavon. Song from the album Everything That Makes You Happy, in the genre Инди