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Frank Turner( Francis Edward Turner )
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Plea From a Cat Named Virtute
Why don't you ever wanna play? I'm tired of this piece of string You sleep as much as I do now And you don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to I made a search through every room But all I found was dust that moved In shadows of the afternoon
So listen, all those bitter songs you sing They're not helping anything They won't make you strong
So we should open up the house Invite the Tabby two doors down You could ask your sister if She doesn't bring her basset hound We'll ask for things we shouldn't miss For tape hiss and the modern man For the Cold War and card catalogues To come and save us if they can.
Girly drinks and parlor games Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We'll pass around the easy lie Of absolutely no regrets And later maybe we could try To let our losses dangle off The sharp edge of a century We'll talk about the weather or How the weather use to be
And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment Lie down Lick the sorrow from your skin Scratch the terror and begin To believe you're strong
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV And frankly that thing doesn't really interest me I swear I'm gonna to bite you hard And taste your tinny blood If you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating Since the day that you brought me home I know you're strong
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