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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la....In the Midnight hour.
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So the story begins...
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There once was a nice young man who lived in a quaint little wooden house way far up on the hill.
He was a witty young man. Quick in the mind and smart for the streets.
And though many people seemed to overlook how he made them all laugh at many times, there was a young girl who didn't. But of course, she didn't see it in time...oh, for the love of mankind...this story sucks and I hate it.
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This song is dedicated to my best friend Mishmelly! I miss you! Come sing the song with me!
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SEEING OTHER PEOPLE
We lay on the bed there
Kissing just for practice
Could we please be objective?
Cause the other boys are queing up behind us
A hand over my mouth
A hand over the window
Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle
Then we should be ok, and we won't get in a muddle
Cause we're seeing other people
At least that's what we say we are doing
How are you feeling?
I don't think you can be dealing
With the situation very well
You take a lover for a dirty weekend, that's ok
But when it's over
You are looking at the working week in the eyes of a gigolo
You're kissing your elbow
You're kissing your reflection
And you can't understand why the other boys are going for the
New, tall, elegant rich kids
I'll admit it is a b*t*h, kid
But if they don't see the quality then it is apparent that
You're going to have to change
Or you're going to have to go with girls
You might be better off
At least they know what they're doing
We lay on the bed there
Kissing just for practice
Could we please be objective?
Cause the other boys are queing up behind us
A hand over my mouth
A hand over the window
Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle
Then we should be ok, and we won't get in a muddle
Cause we're seeing other people
At least that's what we say we are doing
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I have nothing else to say except...
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I Don't Love Anyone
I don't love anyone
You're not listening
You're playing with something
You're playing with yourself
I don't love anyone
You're not listening even now
You're playing with someone
You're playing with someone else
And if there's one thing that I learned when I was a child
It's to take a hiding
I don't love anything
Not even Christmas
Especially not that
I don't love anything
No, I don't love anyone
Maybe my sister
Maybe my baby brother too, yeah
I don't love anyone
But if there's one thing that I learned when I was still a child
It's to take a hiding
Yeah if there's one thing that I learned when I was still at school
It's to be alone
Out in the street today
The kids are playing, having fun
I pass them by I'm not a kid, no
I don't love anyone
I met a man today
He told me something pretty strange
There's always somebody saying something
He said, "The world is as soft as lace."
But I don't love anyone
~Belle & Sebastian
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