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Style Council The Confessions Of A Pop Group

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showers Like changing the guard it only lasts for hours, Wondering what and where did it go Crying over nothing worth crying for Once in a while -

Don't you know - she threw it all away I wonder how she feels today. She threw it all away I wonder if she's there to stay. I tried, a bit, to change

True I was a gardener, once upon a time. When the world ws young and all the earth was mine Mine to tend to, to plough and to sow. Before mankind

I went missing. But truth as in fiction is sometimes strained And love and contradiction have a part to play I once blamed myself now I blame you Why I went missing is a