In a little country [that sold it's soul] You know there's no beauty In being so cold and down With a little contact and let go You know there's no beauty In being told no, no
(chorus) I can't afford To break my heart To being down on you I can't afford To act so smart While looking round for you I can't afford To take a warning voice And keeping that voice well locked And hoping the world won't [shock] to me Rock me 'til I can not see ya Oh, rock me 'til I stop
With a little time to get wise You know there's no beauty When there's no surprising you With a little [leather] Just to turn you on You know there's no beauty When you're hiding from nothing
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Is your wonderful showery days Sunny days roll into one Is you wonderful, wonderful showery days Sunny days, roll into one
Making my words as one Making my words as one to another
In the little [colour] of this little town You know there's no beauty In stealing the soul from us With a little worry that you bearing down You know there's no beauty In staying around for us
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