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There was never much inside and yet you’re fixing to go

Do you think your songs when you’re playing “your shows”

How did you get so far?

Tell me how to mix three chords, empty words and no scars

Bobbin up and comin

Rafferty is blushing

Maybe at his best in disguise

Pale imitation

Coloured affirmation

Stings the someone else in your eyes

So where’s this story go?

Is it lost without your show?

Oh your money