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From ; Mobstar 033. Which never actually happened, as Mobstar closed down after 030. Making this a rare previously unavailable track.
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Can't get your motor running in the mornings lay in bed
with sixty seven conversations racing 'round your head
The man at the station sells something for the soul
The cigarettes you're smoking are screwing up your throat.
You were born
Born to be mild, son
You can never, never go home son
The telephone is ringing there's some guy on the line
Trying to sell you some insurance
'Cause he says you're gonna die
You've tried moving the posts, making the most
Life is never easy when you're living with ghosts
You were born, born to be mild son
You weren't born, born to be handsome
You've had it with goals
but it's better with medicine
You were born, born to be mild son
Do Do Do Do Do...etc....
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