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Written by Ben Mullins Transcribed by Mark Na-Na ([email protected]) G D C G She left the phonebox shouting delirious, she's delirious G D C G He is the king of the crop in all of his lunacy, in his lunacy Am G All the boys in this town Am G They've all got big black eyes Am G And the girls are really sweet C D Or they're clever until they're tired G Am D And you know sleep it don't come easy G Am D If sleep bothers to come at all G f# Em Am D In the land of give and take G Am D G Am D King Idiot falls, King Idiot falls He met her outside Lucky's Tracoria Was she the real thing or just a facsimile, a facsimile And rumours are being fueled By minerals and turpentine Hey Lisa, the city's dead But it's not getting any quieter And sleep it don't .....
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