If you wanna find the world behind your eyes
Listen in, to the colour of surprise
Cause you know, you never know
It's such a beautiful world that we've been shown
He said 'you've got a case of hope, and I confess
We've never seen a case as bad as this one'
'I have the medication you desire
And even if you don't, it's still required'
We hear what you say on the phone
Your sweet biscuits make me sick
Miss me with that cynical shit
You can't keep me here for long
This is not my home, it's not my home
I gotta say that we're not here to do whatever the hell we want
And that's a difficult truth
But no matter where the weather goes
We gotta get you away from all this prose
They hear what we say on the phone
They read what you wrote in your notebook
The people turning up the foldback
Who we look up in the phonebook
Your sweet biscuits make me sick
Miss me with that materialist shit
You can't keep me here too long
Just you try to stop me writing songs
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If you wanna find the world behind your eyes
Listen in, to the colour of surprise
Cause you know, you never know
It's such a beautiful world that we've been shown
He said 'you've got a case of hope, and I confess
We've never seen a case as bad as this one'
'I have the medication you desire
And even if you don't, it's still required'
We hear what you say on the phone
Your sweet biscuits make me sick
Miss me with that cynical shit
You can't keep me here for long
This is not my home, it's not my home
I gotta say that we're not here to do whatever the hell we want
And that's a difficult truth
But no matter where the weather goes
We gotta get you away from all this prose
They hear what we say on the phone
They read what you wrote in your notebook
The people turning up the foldback
Who we look up in the phonebook
Your sweet biscuits make me sick
Miss me with that materialist shit
You can't keep me here too long
Just you try to stop me writing songs
Listen in, to the colour of surprise
Cause you know, you never know
It's such a beautiful world that we've been shown
He said 'you've got a case of hope, and I confess
We've never seen a case as bad as this one'
'I have the medication you desire
And even if you don't, it's still required'
We hear what you say on the phone
Your sweet biscuits make me sick
Miss me with that cynical shit
You can't keep me here for long
This is not my home, it's not my home
I gotta say that we're not here to do whatever the hell we want
And that's a difficult truth
But no matter where the weather goes
We gotta get you away from all this prose
They hear what we say on the phone
They read what you wrote in your notebook
The people turning up the foldback
Who we look up in the phonebook
Your sweet biscuits make me sick
Miss me with that materialist shit
You can't keep me here too long
Just you try to stop me writing songs
Writer: Jonah Myers
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