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I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose
I'm in a overcoarted way
A poet in a garret
You know some people say
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

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.

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
I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose   I'm in a overcoarted way   A poet in a garret   You know some people say   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      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.      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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