The Wombats – Mosquito On The Wall (Guitar)

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I'm the mosquito on your wall and the doubt in your mind

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The 17 missed calls and the key you can't find

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Desperation does as desperation feels

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I'm the alarm that doesn't sound and the cork in your wine

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Your snapped heel on the town and all transactions declined

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You were the one song that I could not perform

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You used to be my shelter from the storm

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And its cold out on the West Coast and it's lonely by the sea

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And the unemployment's rising and the pigeons never leave

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And you said we were forever as you held me to your chest

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I was not your piece of clay, dear

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I was your lump of lead

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I'm the speed camera in the tree and the fine you can't pay

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The spinning beach ball on your screen and the crap excuse when you're late

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You were the only book to ever put me in a trance

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Yeah, you used to be my amber spyglass

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And its cold out on the West Coast and it's lonely by the sea

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And the unemployment's rising but we're still somewhat upbeat

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And you said we were forever as you held me to your chest

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I was not your piece of clay, dear

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I was your lump of lead

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No slow dancing in the dark

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No lifeless kisses in my car

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No awkward chats to family

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No Type A personalities

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No same two albums on repeat

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Endlessly rolling in the deep

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Spending each Friday night at home

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I have more fun when I'm alone

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I have more fun when I'm alone

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And it's cold now on the West Coast, yeah, it's lonely by the sea

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And the unemployment's rising and we're still off to Tenerife

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Because we know we're not forever

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We'll do no more than try our best

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We'll never be their piece of clay, dear

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We'll be their lump of lead

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