Week 34: WH Smith

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One more thing I can't stand
Is when you try to be a man
A man you'll never touch
And a man you'll never smell
That man, he ain't me
And if I were, who would he be?
I'd feel sorry for him
As he wouldn't like to fly
I'll spend my days
In WH Smith reading books
I'll make a scene
I'll provoke, I'll just be obscene
But the stories are for the teens
So frankly, I don't know what they mean
'Cause they're for the teens
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Oh, won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
I've never frowned upon stealing
No, I wonder why people don't do it more
If I could steal your shirt, your shoes
Your suit, your mind
I can yell "thank God, I'm straight"
But I still got my fear of faith
My angst, my hate and a paramount jealousy
So what good can that be?
I'll spend my days
In WH Smith reading books
That tell me how the earth looks
I'll think thoughts I don't deserve
I'll just tour my hometown
Stay on Soundcloud
Oh, it's so hard to hit that nerve
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Won't you remember me?
Hey man
I'm right here
I don't fight
I just lay sleepless and I can't decide
Should I use my friends for targets?
So for once I'll kick my shoes
Wear something new that looks just like you
And before you know
I'll sing
Baby blue, its all over now
It's all over now
It's all over now
It's all over now
Waiting's all over now
'Cause I'm rich, I'm famous
I'm broke and I'm tasteless
Oh, I'm rich I'm famous, I'm broke, I'm faithless
I'm poor, I'm lazy, I'm stubborn and I'm crazy
Can't you tell me how they look?
Can't you tell me how they sing?
Cant' you teach me something so for once I'll feel like I'll win?
But it's pity that I'm weak
It'a pity that I'm poor
It's a pity and I'm sick of standing in the door
And never stepping in
Never taking off
I'll spend my days
In WH Smith reading books
About this guy
Who never liked to fly
And how he never ever shrugged
And dismissed that he could die

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