Текст песни Cosmic Fringes - Paul Weller
I've
come
undone
It's
too
late
to
fix
it
I
just
exist
On
my
own
On
my
own
I'm
a
real
gone
kid
So-phisticated
I
can't
believe
my
luck
When
I
see
him
in
the
mirror
I'm
not
societies
problem
I'm
entirely
home-grown
I'm
not
a
product
of
anything
I've
never
been
or
felt
so
at
home
Home
I'll
glisten
in
the
moonlight
I
can
light
up
my
load
And
all
across
the
sky
I
will
explode
On
my
own
On
my
own
A
baby
waiting
to
be
born
A
sheep
that's
ready
to
be
shorn
I'm
a
king
in
deathly
throes
A
lazy
cock
that
never
crows
An
empty
book
that's
leather
bound
I'm
a
lost
cause,
never
found
I'm
not
a
product
of
anywhere
I'm
entirely
own
grown
I'm
on
the
cosmic
fringes
I've
never
been
or
felt
so
at
home
I'm
a
sleeping
giant
Waiting
to
awake
Stumble
to
the
fridge
And
back
to
bed
again
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