Alibis

Artysta: Ocean Colour Scene Album: B-Sides: Seasides & Freerides

You told so many lies
Your tongue is black with fireflies
But you spit them out and pretend you're sneezing
And every word is such a joke
With so many pasts you'd be ninety years old
Don't you wonder why the room keeps on leaving

Hey

Beautiful Losers

Artysta: Ocean Colour Scene Album: B-Sides: Seasides & Freerides

Your dream make-up is cracked and wearing thin
Your eyes are on your chin
It's getting hard for you
But to make up is only make-believe
And we don't need a scene like this

Whatever happened to the Beautiful Losers
Whatever happened to the Beautiful Losers

Your eyes closed and dreamed of places that you and I would go
It's getting hard for me to love you

Besides Yourself

Artysta: Ocean Colour Scene Album: Marchin' Already

"Before I let you all go
Before I pull you from this show
Before I wave to you
I'd like to say to you
I wish you never to be alone

Besides yourself what can you say
Millions apart and miles away
Besides yourself what do you need
Some feel no pain while others bleed

So if you're going to save my words
Make sure it's this time you deserve
Before I walk away
I know your every day
Will play before you on it's own

(Repeat Chorus)

And I'm not saying I'm not saying any wrong by you
And I'm not saying I'm not talking my time for you

(Repeat Chorus)


"

Better Day

Artysta: Ocean Colour Scene Album: Marchin' Already

"Sonny signed his name up for tomorrow
And laughed with all this friends
At all the little men who borrow tunes
They heard just yesterday
Davey got us down but we got away
And drank to all the days
That we had whiled away
Just playing Robin Hood a little out of phase

And then the nightmares come
And you get blown away
(when your friends go away

Big Star

Artysta: Ocean Colour Scene Album: Marchin' Already

"I don't want to be another big star
Picking at your cars
Stealing at your clothes
Finding out what you don't know
You don't know

I don't want to be your big star
Picking your calls; saying I don't know
I don't want to be your suitor
Lacking at your feet
Trying to love the things you need

And you know I've heard this before
And you know I've heard it some more
Won't you give me a chance
To break down your door
But I sit
Oh Oh
I still sit here

I don't want to be a tailor
Pricking at your thumb
Washing all the tears away
Some words
Oh no I believe they don't feel you
Picking up your dirt
Washing all your dreams away

(Repeat Chorus)


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