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Lyrics: Tilly and the Wall. o. Pot Kettle Black.

I bet you think we didn?t know
Didn?t even see the tides change
But it?s a small, small world, girl
Getting even smaller every day

I bet you think we didn?t know
Didn?t even see the tides change
But it?s a small, small world, girl
Getting even smaller every day

You can fake that smile for a
[Incomprehensible] or a while
But the kids all learn
Once those bridges burn

The trash washes up to shore
Even in this landlocked place
The shit gets thicker, it?s toxic
Get it out of my face

The trash washes up to shore
Even in this landlocked place
The shit gets thicker, it?s toxic
Get it out of my face

And don?t be surprised
If they don?t buy your lies
Some of us can see through
Your stained glass eyes

Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Talk that, talk that smack
Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Watch your, watch your back

Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Talk that, talk that smack
Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Watch your, watch your back

Oh my god, did you hear, yeah
About that bitch and what she did?
I don?t believe it, oh, oh
What a ho, what a tramp, what a slut

Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Talk that, talk that smack
Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Watch your, watch your back

Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Talk, talk, talk that smack
Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Watch, watch, watch your back

Tilly and the Wall