On Your Own (Blur)

		
VERSE  
 
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges  
 
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The sound of magic music in his ears  
 
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Videoed by a bus load of tourists  
 
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Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade.  
 
Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order  
From a man in a tee-pee, California.  
He said he once was the 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 geurilla  
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  
Cos then you're on your own  
Then you're on your own  
 
VERSE  
 
Well, we all Go happy day glow in the disco  
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 outer space.  
 
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 geurilla  
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  
Cos then you're on your own  
Then you're on your own  
 
So take me home, don't leave me alone  
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad  
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla  
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  
Cos then you're on your own  
 
Then you're on your own  
  	

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