Carbrain

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A stream from your mouth of filth, gave me dog's abuse
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And I, I was so indifferent, I was set apart
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And I, I was so ungrateful, had to change my voice just to get a part
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Once you had the taste of cold lemonade, in those days you were made

[Chorus]
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I, I used to climb that tree
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You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain

[Instrumental]
A C#m (x2)

[Verse 2]
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Fell from a stool in a pub where they played punk rock
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The floor in the punk rock club always flattens your hair
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The floor in the friendly club, like revolving doors, fake cheap flashing lights
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And a new wave track spins in your sore head, that's the best of things

[Chorus]
D                      C#m
I, I used to climb that tree
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You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain

[Otro]
A C#m (x5)
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