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[ti:My British Tour Diary] |
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[ar:Of Montreal] |
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[al:Satanic Panic In The Attic] |
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On our trip to England |
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I noticed something obscene |
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People still actually give a shit |
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About the Queen |
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Though London girls aren't snobs at all |
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And Brighton's lovely in the Fall |
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Left alone to drive ourselves |
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On the opposite side |
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Man it was a miracle that nobody died |
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Hanging out with Steven Drew Theo |
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Paul and Sorrel too |
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Eating at Welcome Breaks daily |
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We danced in Leeds with Brit Pop Haley |
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Performing with the Apples |
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And then crashing at the Wrights |
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Bitching because Steven booked us |
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On such early flights |
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Always in a foggy haze |
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Because we hadn't slept for days |
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Every single one of our |
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London cabbies played |
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The most truly repellent |
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Techno music ever made |
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But they'll drop you without hesitation |
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If you try changing the station |
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Up to our necks in crisps and litter |
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In the van we dubbed the Gary Glitter |