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These are doctorinfierno's notes on Inhaler by Foals.

Sticks and stones, don't break my bones
You make believe
It's lock 'n load, it's a dead end road
To you and me

And I'm rusted gold, I'm stripped and sold
I'm make believe
And I'm up for rent, my head is spent
I guarantee

So can you not go away if just for one day
Ooh, impossible, possible
How d'you feel now? How'd you do now in a war?
War sends out for you and throw your fortune away


And I can't get enough space
Space
Space
Get enough space

I'm pale and coy, I'm mama's boy
I make believe
I shimmy-shake, I wake 'n bake
I'm over me

My lungs defeat, I cannot breathe [1]
Don't follow me
And you push and shove, I've had enough
You best believe

So can you not go away if just for one day
Ooh, impossible, possible
How d'you feel now? How'd you do now in a war?
War sends out for you and throw your fortune away

And I can't get enough space
Space
I can't get enough space
Space

[1] Castigado de wake 'n bake?