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Gibsonton

from Stibbington by idiot son

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lyrics

I’m not thinking of her
She’s not thinking of me now, intentionally anyhow.
I’ve been thinking out loud
Never learnt to button my mouth
So I hold my tongue and cut it out
She said “You don’t get it”
I can see what’s coming around, dancing through hoops with the clowns
I’ll be getting my coat, packing my bags and leaving for Gibsonton
She’s not thinking of me
In a way I’d like her to
Supposing it will have to do that she’s got me in mind
Out of sight but in the firing line
When she’s sniping she can bide her time
She said “You’ll regret it”
I can see her reasons are sound
Running the Merry-go-Round
I’ll be getting my coat, packing my bags and leaving for Gibsonton
I’m not thinking of her
She’s not thinking of me now, intentionally anyhow.
I’ve been thinking out loud
Never learnt to button my mouth
So I hold my tongue and cut it out
She said “You’re pathetic”
I can see what’s coming around, dancing through hoops with the clowns
I’ll be getting my coat, packing my bags and leaving for Gibsonton
Hey Lobstergirl
You’re wearing it well
Do you mind if I join you?
I’m coming home, the greasepaint is off
My foot to the floor I’ll drive till I rust
Or damn bust.

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from Stibbington, released October 21, 2016

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idiot son England, UK

Not that the idiot son adventure has been a short hop, any rainy day bus ride to Bognor Regis. Formed at the turn of the last century, Stibbington has been a decade long journey from its shabby conception under a railway arch off of the Holloway Road. Consequently there has been plenty time to ingest, chew, swallow and expunge. Gallows humour, life, death and the bit inbetween. ... more

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