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Belle And Sebastian The Boy With The Arab Strap

I'm lucky, I can open the door and I can walk down the street Unlucky, I've got no place to go and so I follow my feet A choice is facing you, a healthy

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you?re mistaken Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there? Is it wicked not to care, when you've

fool, it?s no wonder that He is dribbling spit tonight and the one he sent away Was the only one who stayed With a spoon and a decent book And you can

with the chaos of trouble 'cause anythings better Than posh isolation I missed the bus you were laid on your back With the boy from the Arab strap, with the boy from the Arab strap

Seymour Stein, I've been lonely Caught a glimpse of someone's face It were mine and I'd been crying Half a world away, ticket for a plane Record company

the boy with the filthy laugh You're the boy with the arab strap Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches And