Pablo Natario

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There s a little child Running round this house And he never leaves He will never leave And the fog

Hold on to this There s something crawling up my wrist I think it s dying Bless the Lord I

Here it comes, here it comes I can feel the hills exploding Exploding gracefully Burning up the freeway Here it

You re the Mona Lisa, you re The ravin Papa, You re the stupid baby, ur the blue blue swade

Sweet-faced ones with nothing left inside That we all can love That we all can love That we all (Oh

The year before I thought of leaving I cant remember what I did Us in bed in Maida Vale basements

Seen all good things and bad Running down the hill All so Battered and brought to the ground I am

All aboard the family coach It s leaving Greenbank Road Christmas 1981 Christmas when it snowed. Whilst on board the

You a right, how s it going yeah Yeah fine fine fine fine Gloomy Manchester Always raining Full of chippie

(Cover Tim Buckley) In my heart is where I long for you In my smile I search for you Each

It s in the laxative they re cutting in the cocaine baby It s in the heroin, the ecstasy they