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Wind Up

The Colour And The Shape

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"That's the story of the relationship between the journalist and the musician."

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  • The Colour And The Shape


    Lyrics
    I have a choice between the bat or the belt
    Each time I hear about the hand you've been dealt
    Spare me confession
    It's confession you sell
    Maybe I'll fall behind
    But I don't mind
    Because I'll catch up
    
    I want a song that's indelible
    Like manimal
    I hope you never see me wind up
    
    Will I be happy on the back of the shelf?
    Will you be happy when we're sharing a cell?
    Spare me your questions since you know me so well
    Someday you'll realise that I get shy
    And I choke up
    
    What is wrong with this animal?
    I'm terrible
    I hope you never see me wind up
    
    Farewell my sweet paramania
    
    My only promise is that I'll never tell
    Keep you at a distance from the things that I felt
    I'll bite the bullet
    Take the beating until
    I take it all back anyway
    What was I supposed to say?
    

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