Wax Doll Lyrics - Hitchcock Robyn

Son, there are mirros here-watch your performing little whales 

Or snip your harness of and take another walk around the bay 

The way the English say we only mustn't grumble in the end 

A needle in your back, an arrow in your heart, you smile 

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Is your wax doll still crying in the fire? 

It cramps your handwriting, and dulls what little style you have 

You cast your mind back to professionals like Alan Breeze 

Who sees the windows freeze and hands around the keys 

"Unlock yourself," he says, but no one ever does 

Except for Jacob Lurch, and Mr. Moose and Dandy 

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Do you think that anybody wants to be your friend 

Now that they know? 

Son, there are breakers here-your living room it glides across the sea 

Or high above waves, the wrinkled little waves you cannot smooth 

We travel everywhere, we're gonna take the suburbs to the stars 

If I was man enough I'd come on your stump 

If I was man enough I'd come on your stump 

But don't you know, this is the Home Counties 

CHORUS 

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