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Belle And Sebastian Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant Family Tree I've been feeling down I've been looking round the town For somebody just like me But the only ones I see Are the dummies in the window They spend their money on clothes It saddens me to think That the only ones I see are mannequins Looking stupid, being used and being thin And I don't know why I hang around with them The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused Than be me in a cage With a bottle of rage And a family like the mafia I've been feeling blue And I don't know what to do And I never get a thrill And they threw me out of school 'Cause I swore at all the teachers Because they never teach us A thing I want to know We do Chemistry, Biology and Maths I want Poetry and Music and some laughs And I don't think it's an awful lot to ask So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go Cause I'm here in a cage With a bottle of rage And a family like the mafia If my family tree goes back to the Romans Then I will change my name to Jones If my family tree goes back to Napolean Then I will change my name to Smith If my family tree goes back to the Romans Then I will change my name to Jones If you're looking at me to be an accountant Then you will look but you will never see If you're looking at me to start having babies Then you can wish because I'm not here to fool around You can wish because I'm not here to fool around You can wish because I'm not here to fool around |
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