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Abigail - Twist in my sobriety
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Lyrics copied from the album booklet or the official website
All God's children need
travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
Now your conscience is clear
In the morning when I wipe
my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
And never do what you say
Look my eyes are just
holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
We just poked a little
pie
For the fun that people have at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free
I don't care about their
different thought
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and wholf
All God's children took their toll
Cup of tea, take time to
think, yeah
Time to risk a life, a life, a life
Sweet and handsome
Soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light
Half the people read the
papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people, nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell
Lyrics added on 08/07/2005
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