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
What's the movement if you don't move, what have you got left to prove
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of you, You left a postlet on your door, saying I don't wanna see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill 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 x2
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of you, You left a postlet on your door, I don't wanna see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill disappear, into my career, cos nothing in here reminds me of you
Morning Runner - Work Lyrics
Morning Runner - Work Lyrics
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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
What's the movement if you don't move, what have you got left to prove
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of you, You left a postlet on your door, saying I don't wanna see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill 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 x2
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of you, You left a postlet on your door, I don't wanna see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill disappear, into my career, cos nothing in here reminds me of you
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
What's the movement if you don't move, what have you got left to prove
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of you, You left a postlet on your door, saying I don't wanna see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill 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 x2
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of you, You left a postlet on your door, I don't wanna see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill disappear, into my career, cos nothing in here reminds me of you
Writer: ALISTAIR CLEWER, CHRISTOPHER WHEATCROFT, MATTHEW GREENER, TOM DERRETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group