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The High Llamas
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Frankly, Mr. Shankly
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way but it corrodes my soul I want to leave you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history
Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly
Fame, fame, fatal fame It can play hideous tricks on the brain I rather be famous Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Than righteous or holy, any day, any day
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to live and I want to love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul I didn't realise that you wrote poetry I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry
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