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Pulp
Pulp
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Nick Banks
Nick Banks
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Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
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Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
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Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Бас-гитара
Марк Веббер
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Nick Banks
Nick Banks
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Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
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Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
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Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
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Марк Веббер
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Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
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Don't bother saying you're sorry Why don't you come in? Smoke all my cigarettes again Every time I get no further How long has it been? Come on in now Wipe your feet on my dreams You take up my time Like some cheap magazine When I could've been learning something Oh, well, you know what I mean Oh I've done this before And I will do it again Come on and kill me, baby While you smile like a friend And I'll come running Just to do it again You are the last drink I never should have drunk You are the body hidden in the trunk You are the habit I can't seem to kick You are my secrets on the front page every week You are the car I never should have bought You are the train I never should have caught You are the cut that makes me hide my face You are the party that makes me feel my age And like a car crash I can see, but I just can't avoid Like a plane I've been told, I never should board Like a film that's so bad, but I've gotta stay 'til the end Let me tell you now, it's lucky for you that we're friends
Writer(s): Patrick Doyle, Jarvis Cocker, Candida Doyle, Stephen Mackey, Nick Banks, Mark Webber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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