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I like my life
It's going fine
Oh that’s so nice
Take my advice
You gotta gotta gotta
Get me out of here
Just hold that smile
We’re not on trial
That way’s the door
When I count to four
You gotta gotta gotta
Get me out of here
The truth it hurts
So you go first
We’re right on track
No going back
You gotta gotta gotta
Gotta gotta gotta gotta
Get me out of here
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STILL THE BAD GUY
03:20
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You're no ally
You're still the bad guy
You were born to help the cause
And so you wait for your applause
Do you really think they're so naive
To trust you practise what you preach?
Think you've made amends?
Truly believe you're born again?
You're no ally
You're still the bad guy
So comfortable to bear your soul
When all you want is full control
You've read all the literature
But what you've learned, I'm still not sure
Think you've made amends?
Truly believe you're born again?
You're no ally
You're still the bad guy
You're confident they'll never know
Though everyone's comparing notes
Think you wanna stick around?
Well, soon we're gonna take you down
Think you've made amends?
Truly believe you're born again?
You're no ally
You're still the bad guy
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Perfectionism kills art
I hope that I touch your heart
If I criticise number one
It spoils all the fun
Once a month, everyone has a mad half hour
When I came out of the womb, I had to scream "Girl Power!"
Once a month, once a month, once a month
These days I only wear white
I’m trying to keep it light
But I don’t forget my roots
When I pull on my thigh-high boots.
Once a month, everyone has a mad half hour
When I came out of the womb, I had to scream "Girl Power!"
Once a month, once a month, once a month
I know that I changed my name
But in my heart I’m still the same
And I miss the other four
But I had to look for something more
Once a month, everyone has a mad half hour
When I came out of the womb, I had to scream "Girl Power!"
Once a month, once a month, once a month
It’s like you always say
A pat on the back is six inches away
From a kick up the ass
Once a month, everyone has a mad half hour
When I came out of the womb, I had to scream "Girl Power!"
Once a month, once a month, once a month
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SAY YOU'RE SORRY
03:02
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I wanna see you with your head in your hands
I wanna make you wish you'd made other plans
I'm trying to make the best of our bad romance
But I keep thinking this is your last chance
There is this one thing that keeps playing on my mind
You never say you’re sorry, but I say it all the time
Sometimes it's easy to keep making amends
Sometimes I wish that we could still just be friends
I never wanted you to jump to my defence
But now it seems I’ve caused you some great offence
There is this one thing that keeps playing on my mind
You never say you’re sorry, but I say it all the time
I wanna tell you that I meant what I said
I wanna make you feel the same kind of dread
There is no coming back from here
This is the end of us I fear
There is this one thing that keeps playing on my mind
You never say you’re sorry, but I say it all the time
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OUT OF THE WOODWORK
02:59
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We only had one date
It wasn’t really that great
It’s been several months
Why you tryna get in touch?
Crawl out of the woodwork
Call out of the blue
Crawl out of the woodwork
And I don’t want to talk to you
“Hey, how you doing?”
This isn’t worth pursuing
I think I’d rather die
Than take a moment to reply
Crawl out of the woodwork
Call out of the blue
Crawl out of the woodwork
And I don’t want to talk to you
You sent a frog emoji (🐸)
What was it meant to show me?
This is getting boring
Do you blame me for ignoring
Crawl out of the woodwork
Call out of the blue
Crawl out of the woodwork
And I don’t want to talk to you
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BOYFRIEND
02:58
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Booked a table for two
I was only expecting you
I don’t mean to be rude
It’s not that I dislike the dude
Wanted you to come alone
To leave the ball and chain at home
It’s not such a big deal
Tell me how you really feel
They say three's a crowd
Do I have to say it out loud?
Yeah you got a boyfriend
But does he have to
Yeah you got a boyfriend
But does he have to join?
I'm so glad you're happy
But don't swap every "I" for "we"
You're complete as you are
You don't need the registrar
They say three's a crowd
Do I have to say it out loud?
Yeah you got a boyfriend
But does he have to
Yeah you got a boyfriend
But does he have to join?
Feels like so much has changed
Priorities are rearranged
I know we can't stay the same
But I think that is such a shame
They say three's a crowd
Do I have to say it out loud?
Yeah you got a boyfriend
But does he have to
Yeah you got a boyfriend
But does he have to join?
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I wish it was spring, Cheryl
It’s so dark and cold
I'm full of this mild peril
I wanna be bold
Do you know what I mean, Cheryl?
It all feels so flat
My world has become sterile
Do you feel like that?
Everyone else has a plan
Get yourself a kid and a man
And maybe that’s enough for you
It’s a bleak week
And this month is getting duller
I’m waiting for the wave
Because red is the bluest colour
I feel so tired, Cheryl
I just wanna rest
I'm stuck on the same level
Keep failing the test
Don't look at me, Cheryl
I'm damned if I know
Just one more and I swear I'll
Pack up and go
Everyone else has a plan
He eats out of the palm of your hand
And maybe that's enough for you
It’s a bleak week
And this month is getting duller
I’m waiting for the wave
Because red is the bluest colour
Your head has been held so high
Now you’re looking down
Don’t let it stop you swimming
I won’t let you drown
Everyone else has a plan
Comfort's no substitute for romance
I know it’s not enough for you
It’s a bleak week
And this month is getting duller
I’m waiting for the wave
Because red is the bluest colour
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No one cares about your Instagram
It’s all fake. Your life’s a sham
No one needs to know you exercise
Sit it out and eat some fries
I know it's not big or clever
But I’m gonna feel this way forever
Cause I’ve earned my right to be petty
We get it – you’re a wife (wow)
But shut up about your life now
Give it a rest with the meal plans
Save that shit for the real fans
I know I should pretend to love it
But I’m never gonna rise above it
Cause I’ve earned my right to be petty
I’m so sick of the way you brag
Don’t you know it’s such a drag?
It’s true that I’ve just turned thirty
And I shouldn’t let this dumb shit hurt me
But I’ve earned my right to be petty
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Do you ever worry that you might be a Carrie?
You’ve lost your Mr Big and now you’ll never marry
Charlotte says you only get two great loves
So what you gonna do about it?
Don’t laugh at me but maybe we can be each other’s soulmates
We can dress up nice and take each other out on lots of hot dates
A vibrator doesn’t call you up and wish you happy birthday
But who likes phone calls anyway?
Don’t you realise
Chasing crappy guys
Won’t make you feel so big
Cause they’re full of lies
Come around to my place
We can have some space cakes
Tell your date you’re busy for the next few days
Charlotte says you only get two great loves
So what you gonna do about it?
Don’t laugh at me but maybe we can be each other’s soulmates
We can dress up nice and take each other out on lots of hot dates
A vibrator doesn’t call you up and wish you happy birthday
But who likes phone calls anyway?
He’s not your Mr Big
Charlotte says you only get two great loves
So what you gonna do about it?
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10. |
DON'T GET ME STARTED
02:57
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I feel mad, but it’s gotta have context
I feel sad, and I hope that it’s you next
I like your cat but you’re kinda a pussy
I read your blog and your poems are wussy
Don’t get me started
Cause I’ll go on forever
Not broken hearted
And you’re not that clever
I threw your stupid postcard in the trash
I helped you carry wood back to your place
You helped me realise I hate your face
You left me all alone in the dark
I walked home via Morrisons car park
Don’t get me started
Cause I’ll go on forever
Not broken hearted
And you’re not that clever
I threw your stupid postcard in the trash
In the trash
Don’t get me started
Cause I’ll go on forever
Not broken hearted
And you’re not that clever
I threw your stupid postcard in the trash
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Panic Pocket London, UK
Panic Pocket are recognised for their cathartic musical storytelling about shaking off bad relationships, the life-changing nature of female-friendship and the perils of online dating, "delivered with a wry sense of humour and an undeniable charm” – For the Rabbits. ... more
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