Unpublished Critics Testo

Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl
I'm with the other lean and lear
My finger on the pulse
And my hand around a beer

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Ah, Ahh, well I don't wanna know what's going round here
Ah, Ahh, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, Ahh, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

The singer in the band, he sweat on a pose
And he's really such a jerk
Thinks he can call me stupid
Because he gets a lot of work
I'm standing in the background, got my arms on the fold
And every dog's gonna have it's day
The New Musical Express and my own 4-way P.A.

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Well, I've been reading those biographies in paperback
I've got a death-wish that I can't expalin
I've been working on the petulance
And the urchin took my name

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