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Mission Drive [DVD] by The Wonder Stuffالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Mission Drive [DVD] by The Wonder Stuff

     

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Maybe I should be a writer,
Write a book and feel much brighter,
Share my thoughts with the world.
Or maybe I could be a film maker,

Celluloid, more fun than paper,
You never see the screen's corners curl.
Aah maybe then I could be a lover,
Find a girl and win her over,

And tell her that she's the only one.
But maybe then a philanderer,
I'd sneak around and lie to her,
And kid myself that I'm the happy one.

I'm not looking over four leaf clover,
I'm just waiting for hell to freeze over.
Maybe I should take the mike, (mic')
Stand up tall like Michael Stipe,

And try to solve all the problems of the earth.
Or maybe then I should sit back down,
Scratch my chin and use my frown,
And try to figure out exactly what I'm worth.

We are still building churches, burning books,
Killing the babies to feed the cooks.
Who said the world would turn out fair?
So I guess I'll dig myself a hole,

Ask the devil if he wants my soul,
And do something real like cut my hair.
Ooh,

Writer : PAUL CLIFFORD, MARTIN BELL, MILES STEPHEN HUNT, MARTIN RICHARD GILKS, MALCOLM ROY TREECE
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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