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Dusty, lazy sunrays are cutting my bedroom
Are drawing a fire-white square on the wall
Sticky summer morning – could I ever pull through?
I dunno

Came home at six o’clock in the morning
Have to be ready at quarter to three
Thanks to my neighbours
And their fucking loudspeakers on the window sill

Born to be mild
Expected to be wild
Fenceless bum seeking for true love
Nobody knows where he goes to

Jump up and down – that’s enough tobe loved
It’s just a guitar neck
Why the fuck they think it’s a sexy thing?
Sweaty patterns over varnish, rust over steel

Take a drink with Tammick, Irina, Bettina
Then take a drink with Paul and Jo
Three o’clock, four, half past four
Just another show in the row

Born to be mild
Expected to be wild
Fenceless bum seeking for true love
Nobody knows where he goes to

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