Cloudy

This is the end

Ten out of ten

In exploration of a clucking hen

Tonight was tight

But we aren’t friends

Yes I suppose it’s melodrama

But it’s how I feel and you can tell that to them

“Say hi to me from sobriety”

She says

I’m spinning out, unravelling

I’m the boss boy racer

And the audiobook’s Lauda

This could be Rodin to Italy

Just do something with me

We’ve been struggling for miles

Where are my memetic flowers

I’ve got beef with a monkey account now

Can I make you proud?

Crying out

Sound the genie alarm

Give it clean, give me crisp, we need calm

Ban the bubblegum champ

I’ve got half a mind to set fire to the bar

I’ve got a big fat house

And I know exactly what I’m gonna do with it

I waited three years to drive

And in a second our ride

Could be engorged from boot to bumper

Spilling too much and just like us

God stopped at the humber

I know if it’s real

I wanna know if it cares anymore

We’ve been spinning for miles

Crushed my memetic flowers

I’ve got beef with a monkey account

Can I make you proud?

Stood, crying.out loud

Oh, what a night to be found

And what a night to be

John Superman

And we burn down the motorway

A wild rocket couldn’t stop it

We’re going back to Spain

Yeah, this is a we could be in a film kinda thing

The big screen adaptation that you just won’t ring

And I hear you’re gonna quit for the band

But you can’t hold it together without it holding your hand

But please for me don’t cry

I made it all the way up here to the microphone didn’t I?

I’ve done it now

I’ve done it now

Ooooooooh

Aaaaaah ah ah ah

Ooooooooh

Until I get it right

Ooooooooh

Until I get it right

Ooooooooh

Write a song

Write a song

Write a song

To drive to

Write a song

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Write a song

To drive to

Write a song

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Write a song

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Oooooh

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Write a song

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