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Stretch Armstrong lyrics

She says, "he s writing a novel"
I told her that s called smoking dope
She said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now

She s got more bounce back than my, my stretch armstrong doll
She s with another before i ve recovered, and crossed her name off my wall
If you could have seen me, a third rate houdini
Escaping with lines like "the problem was me"

Now freedom s just another word for watching TV
Let the cold lonely blue light wash over me
Freedom s just another word for watching TV
Now there s a hole in the wall where no hole should be

So much for forgiveness
No such thing as a second chance
My bed s a complete mess
I lie in it, all by myself

My cats don t talk to me, they ve taken her side i m sure
They hear the sound as if she s coming round, and all three of us stare at the door
God damn what i said when i sat on her bed
That the problem s not her, that the problem was me

Now freedom s just another word for watching TV
Let the cold lonely blue light wash over me
Freedom s just another word for watching TV
Now there s a hole in the wall where no hole should be

He was such the arrogant bastard
She d say "wait up" - it seemed that he d walk faster
It s only with distance and time that she got him out of her mind and now i find
That that bastard, that bastard was me

Now there s a hole in the wall where no hole should be

Yeah, freedom s just another word for watching TV
Let the cold lonely blue light wash over me
Freedom s just another word means nothing to me and since you ve left there s been nothing on
Freedom s just another word
Freedom s just another word
Freedom s just another word
Freedom s just another word
Freedom s just another word
Freedom s just another word
There s nothing on
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