Salad - Diminished Clothes

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I have to clear my name
My name has been defamed
The bastards got me now, now
I have to run away
It's been a feteful day
I'd better learn to pray, to pray
Chorus :
Clear my name on this fateful day
Clear my name on this fateful day
You know the heavy crew
They're playing nearby you
Peddling themselves, peddling themselves
Repeat Chorus
Come back tomorrow
Come on baby - I want your milt
Come back tomorrow, I won't be getting home till then
Come back tomorrow, we'll trip the light fantastic in my bed
Don't you know that it's true, my hair was an igloo
Built from varnish and glue
All the love in the world could never heal it
Come round tomorrow, Take my advice and bring a silver comb
If you still love me, we'll sit a while between the shows
And they said that it's true, Brighton pier holds a message for you
All the seagulls that fly there whisper it softly
Well you got to wear it out, one false move will let it fall out
Yeah you gotta let it out, don't leave it hanging all about
And if your heartbeats are round you'll know that you are breathing
All these thoughts are profound, They take us up to touch the ceiling
Come back tomorrow, we'll trip the light fantastic in my bed