Elbow - Not A Job |
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Not A Job
Elbow Pull the final splinters Of missing picture winters You have to give yourself a break What's the fascination You have to tear yourself away With lovers at the station Walking through the long grass on your hands The dream again nobody understands It's not a job to do today Sleep it off Words to make her stay: you said Leave me and the plants die A panic smile across your face Corrugated browline Call when you can tie your lace The hissing bitter punchline Walking through the long grass on your hands The dream again nobody understands It's not a job to do today Sleep it off Sleep it off hissing bitter punchline Sleep it off hissing bitter punchline bitter punchline hissing bitter punchline hissing bitter punchline The dream again nobody understands bitter punchline Walking through the long grass on your hands It's not a job to do today You rule my world You rule my world compadreYou rule my world my brother You rule my world |
