Biffy Clyro - Small Wishes (Live at Roundhouse, London) Lyrics

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I saw a man, he stole our national thunder
He had to leave on a glorious ride

He was lovesick but didn't know
That he worshipped all we wrote
I'm sure he loved that back and forth
But didn't understand it, no

The lizard shit and held it under our nostrils
Don't believe the lamb, believe the wolf

He was lovesick but didn't know
That he worshipped all we wrote
I'm sure he loved that back and forth
But didn't understand it, no

I see a land, they'll never show
Cause this is not what we chose
No new tomorrows, no change of roles
We'll never reap what we sow
For this is not what we chose
Cause this is not what we chose
No new tomorrows, no change of roles
We'll never reap what we sow

He was lovesick but didn't know
That he worshipped all we wrote
I'm sure he loved that back and forth
But didn't understand it, no
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