Fall advice, Fall advice, Fall advice
Fall advice, Fall advice, Fall advice
Fall advice, Fall advice, Fall advice
Fall advice
The year number one has gone and turned
Into year of bomb
TV wars, twenty-four hours
But it happens
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Shaking my bones down the M14
Passenger seat gripped tight
And seriously, I cannot sleep but I'm happy
I cannot eat, so what about it?
It happens, it happens, but it happens
Fall advice
The works down the drain
And interest never wanes, so what about it?
Fall advice, Fall advice, Fall advice
Fall advice, Fall advice
Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak
Fall advice, Fall advice
Some are born to life
Some are born depressed about it
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To parties underground, you're driving around
In lake districts
You're stepping around, it doesn't matter to me
'Cause it happens
It's magic, so what about it?