Bellyaches

I say that I'm alright
 Unforgotten streetlight
 Half dead wide angry hang out in the sky
 We follow shooting stars and as we walk we brush parked cars and run away when we set off their alarms
 And so
 Cheap chardonnay and bellyaches
 Imperial lemonade
 Cheap chardonnay and bellyaches
 Imperial lemonade
 There's not much more that I can take
 Oh I'm sick of all these bellyaches
 There's not much more that I can take
 And I'm sick of all these bellyaches
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 Every colour looks the same
 And as we walk it starts to rain
 We miss the bus and there's no chance of a train
 Not many hours left
 We stop so she can catch her breath
 These winter treks will chill our bones
 Near death
 And so
 Cheap chardonnay and bellyaches
 Imperial lemonade
 Cheap cheap chardonnay and bellyaches
 Imperial lemonade
 There's not much more that I can take
 Oh I'm sick of all these bellyaches
 There's not much more that I can take
 And I'm sick of all these bellyaches
 No I'm sick of losing best friends
 I'm sick of all you people speaking
 No I'm sick of sticking to trends
 Oh no my confidence is peaking
 No I'm sick x6
 No I'm of losing best friends
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 There's not much more that I can take
 Oh no no I'm sick of all these bellyaches
 There's not much more that I can take
 And I'm sick of all these bellyaches