The Same Thing

I know you
You send me quality paper
And write something down
But I want to see you
So if you’d like to explain
Or should I
She came and said
You’re not me
But you will be
It’s not what you think
It’s what I am
It’s not what you are
It’s everytime you write
It’s the same thing
The same thing

You’re getting closer
And I said
Look I wasn’t going to wait
And I said
Look I just got back
But if that’s all then I just don’t care
It could make me sleep
But believe me
It’s never lying down
It’s whatever you want
She came and said
You’re not me
But you will be
It’s not what you think it’s what I want
It’s not what you are
It’s everytime you write
It’s the same thing
The same thing

What you want
I’ll take it
When you want
You’ll have it
It’s not me it’s you
And it always was
The same thing
The same thing

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Mrs Brown (The Clown)

He makes alot of money
Cries out loud
It’s a boy
Are you pleased
I think I like your friend
But I don’t like the smell of him
Stop acting silly
Do you know where you are
Or aren’t you bothered

Build a place for me
Old never too old
Living on a Tuesday
Mrs Brown’s my friend
But she’s cold
So cold

Outside we went inside
So much to laugh about
Shall we take some sandwiches
It’s going to be a nice day
On your bike or a bus
Carried you all the way home
Or to the seaside
It’s not time to go take a seat Mrs Brown
I don’t know where

Build a place for me
Old never too old
Living on a Tuesday
Mrs Brown’s my friend
But she’s cold
So cold

What’s mine
No money
Mrs Brown’s got a nice face
So give her a blanket
It’s going to be a nice day
Nice day

Build a place for me
Old never too old
Living on a Tuesday
Mrs Brown’s my friend
But she’s cold
So cold

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Icebox

Sometimes I’m the ball
And sometime I’m the wall
But whichever way you play
The game is still the game
And they’re training again

I drive with my eyes closed
But I don’t miss a thing
I can see it in my dreams
Because I’ve been there
Try explaining again

Satellite sailing eastwards
Standing underneath the bridge
I put my hand in the ice box
I mean fridge, I’m sorry
Disclaiming yet again

Switch on tune watch and listen
To the news views and clues
Who’s been frightened bombed excited
They’re entertaining again

Organise them in a cold car
Let them know they’ll cause you pain
Then tell them all it’s Christmas
And everything’s the same
And no complaining again

Two children on the street
Eating chicken off the bone
And the bones in their hands
Getting softer by the minute
And it’s raining again

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