One, two, three, four



In a little country [that sold it's soul]

You know there's no beauty

In being so cold and down

With a little contact and let go

You know there's no beauty

In being told no, no



(chorus)

I can't afford

To break my heart

To being down on you

I can't afford

To act so smart

While looking round for you

I can't afford

To take a warning voice

And keeping that voice well locked

And hoping the world won't [shock] to me

Rock me 'til i can not see ya

Oh, rock me 'til i stop



With a little time to get wise

You know there's no beauty

When there's no surprising you

With a little [leather]

Just to turn you on

You know there's no beauty

When you're hiding from nothing



(chorus)



Is your wonderful showery days

Sunny days roll into one

Is you wonderful, wonderful showery days

Sunny days, roll into one



Making my words as one

Making my words as one to another



In the little [colour] of this little town

You know there's no beauty

In stealing the soul from us

With a little worry that you bearing down

You know there's no beauty

In staying around for us



(chorus)


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