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Williams Robbie Greatest Hits

: Well there?s three versions of this story mine, yours and then the truth And we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood, then our youth Out

: How do you rate the morning sun After a long and sleepless night? How many stars would you give to the moon? Do you see those stars from where you

A little hand clap for some funk faces and make your body move in the following places goes up your back and then down your spine and when it hits

: If a man could beat his own fancy Then to only breed in captivity Is pointless I've been doing what I like when I like how I like it's joyless

: Trying to be misunderstood But it doesn?t do me any good Love the way they smiled at me Held their face for eternity Now let them all fly off

: First they ignore you Then laugh at you and hate you Then they fight you Then you win When the truth dies very bad things happen They're being

: He's chosen my attic I feel it in the static He lives in my basement And I can hardly face it My performance is easy I am the god of romance

: So unimpressed but so in awe Such a saint but such a whore So self aware so full of shit So indecisive so adamant I'm contemplating thinking about

: God gave me the sunshine Then showed me my lifeline I was told it was all mine Then I got laid on a leyline What a day, What a day... And your