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Long Face
I lost the plot and roamed around
Looked in the shops and hit the town
My head was stuffed with words and aches
I felt so rough and out of shape
The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets
That?s just my luck, I couldn?t eat
My guts were full of churning fear
With so much bull I had to clear
When she said stuff yourself, don?t be a clown
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
What?s this long face that keeps on
Hanging around
She wouldn?t say, I couldn?t tell
This was the day I?d go to hell
I sulked around in such a mood
Until I found the one I?d screwed
And then it came as clear as mud
I was the pain that boiled the blood
And saw the faults they were none
Deep in the vaults where love begun
When she said stuff yourself, don?t be a clown
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
What?s this long face that keeps on
Hanging around
And then she said get a grip and shake this mood
Get a life and find yourself some attitude
What?s this long face that keeps on
Hanging around
When she said stuff yourself, don?t be a clown
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
What?s this long face that keeps on
Hanging around
Then she said get a grip and shake this mood
Get a life and find yourself some attitude
What?s this long face that keeps on
Hanging around
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Hanging around
What?s this long face that keeps on
Get a life and find yourself some attitude
Then she said get a grip and shake this mood
Hanging around
What?s this long face that keeps on
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
When she said stuff yourself, don?t be a clown
Hanging around
What?s this long face that keeps on
Get a life and find yourself some attitude
And then she said get a grip and shake this mood
Hanging around
What?s this long face that keeps on
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
When she said stuff yourself, don?t be a clown
Deep in the vaults where love begun
And saw the faults they were none
I was the pain that boiled the blood
And then it came as clear as mud
Until I found the one I?d screwed
I sulked around in such a mood
This was the day I?d go to hell
She wouldn?t say, I couldn?t tell
Hanging around
What?s this long face that keeps on
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
When she said stuff yourself, don?t be a clown
With so much bull I had to clear
My guts were full of churning fear
That?s just my luck, I couldn?t eat
The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets
I felt so rough and out of shape
My head was stuffed with words and aches
Looked in the shops and hit the town
I lost the plot and roamed around
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