The Divine Comedy lyric bot @TDCQuoteBot

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She said / "There's something in the wood shed / And I can hear it breathing / It's such an eerie feeling, darling"

I want to play with the big boys / I want to ride with the tough guys on a Japanese motorbike / I want to hold your hand / Hey, what's your favourite band?

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur / Until the light of youth became obscured / And left you on your own and in the shade / An English lady of a certain age

Everybody knows that "no" means "yes" / Just like glasses come free on the NHS / But the more I look through them the more I see / I'm becoming more like Alfie

Who cares where national borders lie? / Who cares whose laws you're governed by? / Who cares what name you call a town? / Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground?

One butterfly spies a glint in his eye / The birds sing as he cycles by / Oh, why should he feel sad? / This world ain’t so bad, and besides / Woe betide he who would frown / When natural beauty abounds / And now with wheels spinning free, he’s picking up speed

Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets and coffee shops / Their prey gather in herds in stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks / But while they search for a mate, my type hibernate in bedrooms above / Composing their songs of love

Generation sex injects / The sperm of worms / Into the eggs of field-mice / So you can look real nice for the boys

She said / "There's something in the wood shed / And I can hear it breathing / It's such an eerie feeling, darling"

This autumn breeze shall strip the trees / And freeze me to the bone

Absent friends, here's to them / And happy days, we thought that they would never end / But they always end / Raise your glasses, then, to absent friends

Exercise your freedom / Exorcise those demons / You have got to love what you do

Hello / What would you like to know? / Who would you like to see? / Who would you like me to be if not myself?

When you leave, I become a dickhead / A bad-smelling, couch dwelling dickhead / I drink too many cups of tea and eat too many biscuits / I think about going out - decide not to risk it / I look at naked ladies 'cause I'm too weak to resist it when you leave

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur / Until the light of youth became obscured / And left you on your own and in the shade / An English lady of a certain age

I’m the darkness in the light / I’m the leftness in the right / I’m the rightness in the wrong / I’m the shortness in the long

One butterfly spies a glint in his eye / The birds sing as he cycles by / Oh, why should he feel sad? / This world ain’t so bad, and besides / Woe betide he who would frown / When natural beauty abounds / And now with wheels spinning free, he’s picking up speed

She said / "There's something in the wood shed / And I can hear it breathing / It's such an eerie feeling, darling"

Absent friends, here's to them / And happy days, we thought that they would never end / But they always end / Raise your glasses, then, to absent friends