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The miracle drug, a rhythmless thud Let of the leash and it weaves and it turns me inside and out No slow motion, no replay Stomach the knots and cover the costs Meet in the middle, the letters don’t join up anymore There’s no chance of certainty, I’m sure Load up the backseat now and away we go It’s no sunset drive, no decay Load up the backseat now and away we go No slow motion, no replay It’s alright to beat round the bush sometimes Drawing pretty patterns on the wall To distract me from the short beginnings Climb out like a rabbit from a hole It’s an easy catch where the magic's made And the jester talks in italics When the downpour came, it slaughtered me, I could top that I’m the bow, you’re the arrow, like a sun-drenched sparrow, won’t you fly home It’s alright to beat round the bush sometimes It’s alright to beat round the bush sometimes They’re robbing the blindspots, taking the wheel off They’re robbing the blindspots, taking the wheel off I’m trying to run but the legs are caught I’m trying to run but the legs are caught Drawing pretty patterns on the wall To distract me from the short beginnings Climb out like a rabbit from a hole It’s an easy catch where the magic's made And the jester talks in italics When the downpour came, it slaughtered me, I could top that I’m the bow, you’re the arrow, like a sun-drenched sparrow, won’t you fly home It’s alright to beat round the bush sometimes