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Patchwork land is leading us to ruins weekday rates at many roadside rooms a sombre mood's got me electric blue to match the colour of the films that roll inside my television head a geolgist I'm afraid I'm not stuck between a hard place and a rock something tells me I'm about to lose all sense and slip off the fence you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got the run of the room Letras de cancionesonly words out of your mouth should be I can take this on (x2) I saw an argument and came inside a pointless spectacle that kept me occupied from the sidelines tonight you'll leave tomorrow you'll be back armed to the teeth with apologies you know you'll cut us both some slack a geolgist I'm afraid I'm not stuck between a hard place and a rock something tells me I'm about to lose all sense and slip off the fence you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got the run of the room only words out of your mouth should be I can take this on (x2) of course there's nothing lost it's kept in pens and margins and stuck inside the back of yesterday like who has shared your hours and who has shared your sheets and I don't see a reason why we all must go to sleep only words out of your mouth should be I can take this on you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got the run of the room only words out of your mouth should be I can take this on (x2) I can take this on (x4) From Letras Mania