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Text: Rob Dougan. Furious Angels. Born Yesterday.


She thinks that I was born yesterday
She thinks that I go out with the tide and fade at the end of the day
She thinks that my hairs aren't numbered
And when pricked I don't cry in pain
Just cause I smile like a child born yesterday
And she thinks that I was born in another age
She thinks I get up with the sun and dream my life away
And she thinks that I cause I'm saying nothing that I've got nothing to say
Just cause I smile like a child born yesterday
And she thinks that I was born yesterday
She thinks that I came into this world (born without a name)
And she thinks that Im going nowhere cause I say in one place
And cause I smile like a child born yesterday
Dougan, Rob