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STU'S AWESOME WORLD OF CORRECT POP LYRICS
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(ie these are the actual words, a million fucking useless
"cut-and-paste-the same- obviously-wrong-half-heard-rubbish-as-everyone-else-and-don't-bother-actually- listening-to-the-song"
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No.4 - Teenage Fanclub, "The Count"
I've thought since I was seven
That "Why?" means more than "How?"
I don't believe in Heaven
My life is right now
Come put your arms around me
I can't count the times you've found me
I see you 'cross the table
You see my eyes of blue
Your eyes were always able
To see what I knew
Come put your arms around me
I can't count the times you've found me
Where I go, you go
Within me - without, too
And I can't find
A reason within me
To doubt you
Come put your arms around me
I can't count the times you've found me
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