Текст песни Blur — On Your Own

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Holy man tiptoed his way
Across the Ganges,
The sound of magic music in his ears,
Videoded by a bus load of tourists,
Shinny shellsuits on
And drinking lemonade.

Now I got a funny feeling
Which I bought mailorder
From a man in a tp. California,
Said he once was
A great game show performer,
Then he blew all his money away,
Blew it all away…

[Chorus:]
So take me home,
Don't leave me alone,
I'm not that good
But I'm not that bad,
No psycho, killer,
Hooligan, gorilla,
I dream to riot,
Oh you should try it!
I'll eat parole,
Get gold card soul,
My joy of life is on a roll,
And we'll all be the same in the end,
Cause then you're on your own,
Then you're on your own…

Well, we all go happy day,
Glow in the discos,
The sound of magic music in our brains,
Someone stumbles to the bathroom
With the horrors,
Says lord, give me time
For I've jumped into space,
I'm in outter space…

[Chorus]

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