Artist: ROBBIE WILLIAMS
No, it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been bleeding lately internally
So turn to me but bite your tongue, your torrid weapon
I could learn a useful lesson
What's so great about the great depression?
Was it a blast to you? Because it's blasphemy
Wish I was here, well, I wish you weren't
Your gift of anger's better burnt
If nothing's said then nothing's learnt
I thought I wasn't but I'm really hurting
Our deaf and dumb dinners
There's gravy in the mud
Writer(s): Robert Peter Williams
Copyright: Farrell Music Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Mgb Ltd.
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|3||You Know Me|
|5||Do You Mind?|
|6||Last Days Of Disco|
|10||Difficult For Weirdos|
|12||Won't Do That|
|14||Morning Sun (Reprise)|
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|3.||You Know Me|
|5.||Do You Mind?|
|6.||Last Days Of Disco|
|10.||Difficult For Weirdos|
|12.||Won't Do That|
|14.||Morning Sun (Reprise)|
|3||Where There's Muck|
|4||No One Likes a Fat Pop Star|
|5||If I Only Had a Brain|
|6||Minnie the Moocher|
|1||Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros|
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