Testi Soundtracks :: B

The lanes were silent

There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles

I doused our friendly venture

With a hard-faced

Three-word gesture



I started something

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly

Never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me

Typical me

I started something

...And now I'm not too sure





I grabbed you by the guilded beams

Uh, that's what tradition means

And I doused another venture

With a gesture

That was ... absolutely vile



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I started something

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly

Never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me

Typical me

I started something

...And now I'm not too sure





I grabbed you by the guilded beams

Uh, that's what tradition means

And now eighteen months' hard labour

Seems ... fair enough





I started something

And I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly

Never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me

Typical me

I started something

And now I'm not too sure





I started something

I started something

Typical me, typical me

Typical me, typical me

Typical me, typical me

Typical me

I started something

And now I'm not too sure





OK Stephen ? ...Do that again ?