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Frank Turner( Francis Edward Turner )
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Reasons Not to Be an Idiot
You're not as messed up as you think you are Your self-absorption makes you messier. Just settle down and you would feel a whole lot better. Deep down you're just like everybody else. She's not as pretty as she thinks she is Just picture her after she's had kids. I bet she sits at home and listens to The Smiths. Deep down she's just like everybody else.
So why are you sat at home? You're not designed to be alone. You just got used to saying No. So get up, get down and get outside. Because it's a lovely sunny day, And you hide yourself away. You've only got yourself to blame.
Get Up, Get down and get outside.
He's not as clever as he likes to think He's just ambitious with his arguing. He's crap at dancing, And he can't hold his drink. Deep down he's just like everybody else. I'm not as awesome as this song makes out-
I'm angry, underweight and sketching out.
I'm building bonfires of my vanities and doubts to get warm. Just like everybody else.
So why are you sat at home? You're not designed to be alone.
You just got used to saying No.
So get up, get down and get outside. Because it's a lovely sunny day,
And you hide yourself away. You've only got yourself to blame. Get Up, Get down and get outside.
Amy thinks her life is lacking in drama. So she fell for horoscopes, faith-healing and Karma.
She's so wrapped up in her invisible armour She'll never grow into herself.
And it's ok thinking me and all my friends are just wasters. But all the same I can still see through her airs and graces. I guess she's scared her life won't leave any traces.
Kind of like everyone else. And that's not the point anyways. Oh darling, I felt compelled to call you up to say:
So why are you sat at home? You're not designed to be alone. You just got used to saying No. So get up, get down and get outside. Because it's a lovely sunny day, And you hide yourself away. You've only got yourself to blame. Get Up, Get down and get outside. Get Up, Get down and get outside. Get Up, Get down and get outside. Get Up, Get down and get outside. Get Up, Get down and get outside. Get Up, Get down and get outside.
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I keep having dreams Of pioneers and pirate ships and bob dylan Of people wrapped up tight in the thing that'll kill them Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten I keep having dreams Amy worked in a bar in exeter I went back to her house and i slept beside her She woke up screaming in the middle of the night Terrified of her own insides Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst Breaking through a life over-rehearsed She can't remember which came first The house, the home or the terrible thirst She keeps having dreams And on the worst days When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand So she can always run Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com She can get up and shower in half an hour She'd be gone I keep having dreams of things i need to do Of waking up and of following through But it feels like i haven't slept at all When i wake to her silence and she's facing the wall Posters of Dylan and Hemmingway An antique compass for a sailor's escape She says 'You just can't live this way' And i close my eyes and i never say I'm still having dreams And on the worst days When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons I sleep with my passport One eye on the backdoor So i can always run I could get up, shower and in half an hour I'd be gone And come morning I am disappeared Just an imprint On the bed sheets I'm by the roadside With my thumb out A car pulls up And Bob's driving So i climb in We don't say a word As we pull off Into the sunrise And these rivers Of tarmac Are like arteries Across the country We are blood cells Alive in The blood stream Of the beating heart of the country We are electric Pulses In the pathways Of the sleeping soul of the country We are electric Pulses In the pathway Of the sleeping soul of the country (we are electric)
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God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more You can't just keep waltzing out of my life Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad When I thought that suffering was something profound That weighed down on wise heads And not just something to be avoided Something normal people dread God dammit Amy, well of course I've changed With all the things I've done and the places I've been I'd be a machine if I had stayed the same But you're still back where we started, you haven't changed at all You're still trying to live like a kid, like you can always have it all You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light they still bleed through Showing that there are some things I just can't change no matter what I do The tell-tale signs of being used Of being trapped inside of you You're a beautiful butterfly Burned with a branding iron Onto my outsides into my insides As a simple sign To show off your ownership Burned into my naked skin Onto my outsides into my insides It's not even love any more It's just a claim upon my soul It stains my skin, yeah it's on my breath And I'm ashamed to get undressed In front of strangers in case they see The tell tale signs that you have left all over me God dammit Amy You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade And it's not like it's something I think about each and every day - I just occasionally catch myself scratching them, as if they'd ever go away But these tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end you know that's OK You will always be a part of my patched-up patchwork taped-up tape-deck heart
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