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A free ride on a guilt tripShe makes out like it's the fall of RomeNobody likes a martyr love, so leave it, Martin LutherI can see your dream's gone stale, so I'm going homeI don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shameIs this the last blow on your bonfireThe burning issue's "why didn't you phone?"Well you might have my body, but my mind's not yours for keepingSo you can keep my Blur CDs, I'm going homeBecause I don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shameI don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shameBecause I don't wanna die in the same hole I was bornAnd I don't wanna live if it's all been done beforeAnd I don't wanna get married in the same church as you allAnd I can't sleep in this bed with you any moreBecause I don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shameI can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shameNow the peace talks have reached a deadlockAre you the [?] walk awayBut the believer's happy and the doubter is why maybeCos we've been talking till we're blue, we've nothing left to sayLetras de cancionesExcept I don't wanna die in the same hole I was bornAnd I don't wanna live if it's all been done beforeAnd I don't wanna get married in the same church as you allAnd I can't sleep in this bed with you any moreBecause I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born (There's no soap in a dirty war)And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before (There's no soap in a dirty war)And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you all (There's no soap in a dirty war)And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more (There's no soap in a dirty war) From Letras Mania