Who sees the interiors like Sean Hughes once did
Your beautiful triangle of self-destruction
Now you have to forget it so much
Who sees the interiors like Sean Hughes once did

Say you can't remember
Say where is the friendly tomorrow
Say you can't have left me

Are we too old for writing silly song parodies
That nothing is too far and too defend meat
Take my ass together and we will not bite
It really made differences
To see what you see outside or inside out

Who sees the interiors like Sean Hughes once did
A beautiful landscape that I can give a f**k about
Another era is now upcoming
Who sees the interiors like Clint Boon recently did

Say you can see anything
Say where is October 31st
Say it's f**king Halloween
Say it's nothing Irish rubbish

Are we too tired and trying to understand
That nothing is too striven and to break me
Take my ass together and we will read that
It really makes no difference to where it's at now
Where it's at now

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Who sees the interiors like young Sean Hughes once did
Your beautiful triangle of destruction
Now you've seem to forget it so much
Who sees the interiors like Bobby Darin once did

See you can remember
See where the f**k is tomorrow
See where we're coming from
See what you have left Miami for Glasgow

Are we too old for writing silly messages
That nothing is hard or we are Irish now
Take my hand and see The Notebook then
Or to what you see inside