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Dear Sir,
We know what your about,
You cannot say,
We didn't see it,
'Cos we can see, that your slacking,
Well its another habit that your cracking,
Whats the movement if you don't move?
What have you got left to prove?
Im not sure, how to stick to the floor,
I smashed on to your ceiling,
Let me sleep awhile, cos I cannot stand,
Break my fingers, hold my hand
Whats the movement if you don't move?
What have you got left to prove?
And I'll write and I'll write,
But nothing here reminds me of you,
You left a post-it on your door,
Saying I don't wanna see you no more,
But sir, I know your lying,
This time I'll disappear, into my career,
Cos nothing in here reminds me of you.
Dear Sir, quietly slip away,
The last leaf fell we all saw it,
Cos we can see, that you flagging its not just your heels that your dragging,
Whats the movement if you don't move?
What have you got left to prove?
Whats the movement if you don't move?
What have you got left to prove?
And I'll write and I'll write,
But nothing here reminds me of you,
You left a post-it on your door,
"I don't wanna see you no more",
But sir I know your lying,
This time I'll disappear, into my career,
Cos nothing in here reminds me of you.
We know what your about,
You cannot say,
We didn't see it,
'Cos we can see, that your slacking,
Well its another habit that your cracking,
Whats the movement if you don't move?
What have you got left to prove?
Im not sure, how to stick to the floor,
I smashed on to your ceiling,
Let me sleep awhile, cos I cannot stand,
Break my fingers, hold my hand
Whats the movement if you don't move?
What have you got left to prove?
And I'll write and I'll write,
But nothing here reminds me of you,
You left a post-it on your door,
Saying I don't wanna see you no more,
But sir, I know your lying,
This time I'll disappear, into my career,
Cos nothing in here reminds me of you.
Dear Sir, quietly slip away,
The last leaf fell we all saw it,
Cos we can see, that you flagging its not just your heels that your dragging,
Whats the movement if you don't move?
What have you got left to prove?
Whats the movement if you don't move?
What have you got left to prove?
And I'll write and I'll write,
But nothing here reminds me of you,
You left a post-it on your door,
"I don't wanna see you no more",
But sir I know your lying,
This time I'll disappear, into my career,
Cos nothing in here reminds me of you.
Lyrics submitted by King Statto III
Work Lyrics as written by Christopher Wheatcroft Alistair Clewer
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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This song, according to Matt (the lead singer) is about his dad.
"My dad got made redundant. He was in IT & he took a year off after he had quite a bad accident. He didnt know what any of the new gear was, it had all changed a massive leap. He was getting interviewed by people 20 years younger than him. That sort of thing p*sses me off. Its not directly about my dad losing his job, but things moving on and being left behind"
Well played Statto!
MR are gonna be big..
I LOVE MORNING RUNNER. THEY ARE THE SEX. XXXXXX
Shame they split