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Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be...
My heart is telling me the telly isn't telling me anything I need but it needs to keep you selling me Beside celebrities lacking in integrity Holding up the status quo instead of showing your kids That they matter, who're you gonna batter next? Just keep hold of their necks and keep selling them sex It's better if we keep them perplexed It's better if we make them want the opposite sex Disenfranchised young criminal minds In a car park beside where your nan resides Are not slow, they've just never been shown That you should...
...be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Oh, oh...
We're all human, we're just like you man We're sentient or something or other I can't remember, whatever We shouldn't have people afloat If it was safer on the ground, we wouldn't be on a boat Charlatan telepathy, exploiting insecurity, and preying on the purity Of grief and it's simplicity but I know that maybe I'm too skeptical Even Guy Debord needed spectacles, you see I'm the Greek economy of cashing intellectual cheques And I'm trying to progress, but instead of selling sex... And I think I should be...
...loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be...
I am forever alongside the boys in jumpers on bikes From schools and cars with autumn leaves Fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon She blazed about how 'cultural language is an operating system, Which is not going to exist on a simple interface rendered feeble and listless when [?] tested Divinity or a true understanding of the human condition I never did understand The duality of art and reality Living life and treating it as such There's a certain disconnect With the culture that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon Between the spires and the morning boozer that likes Sitting in rolling roofs of the white city that orange English light cast only one, singular shadow For you are not beside but within me.
...loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Oh, oh...
