And the dashboard assembled
Descending height order
Half a decade of father's day
It's another thought for
Another passed on
Puppy eyes
Nasty reaction
Doe eyes you're kidding yourself
I learnt remedial Spanish
From a toddler
Passenger's seat of
Father's taxi
Cussing in unison
Clutching the seats
My diseased handwriting
Filled with a sense of
Great disappointment
Doe eyes you're kidding yourself
So fucking on
So fucking forth
We've got your back
Whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go off a sharpie
What would you do?
I do not know
Every girl I ever kissed
I was thinking of a pro footballer
For you should know
(Gareth): I'm learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures
(Aleks, at the same time): I'm sweating off the cheap notes on my thighs
They were for your benefit not mine
I'm sweating off the cheap notes on my thighs
They were for your benefit not mine
So fucking on
And so fucking forth
We've got your back
Whatever that's worth
If we get another shape that's called functionality what would we do?
I do not know
If it wasn't for the curfew ?? what would we do?
Sometimes only you'll know
We're cementing old friends
Dismissing old foes
We're throwing punches
In fucking clothes
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