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Me And Mia Lyrics - Singles - Ted Leo & The Pharmacists

As I was walking through a life one morning 

The sun was out, the air was warm 

But oh, oh, oh, I was cold 

 

And though, I must have looked half a person 

To tell the tale in my own version 

It was o-o-only then that I felt whole 

 

But do you believe 

In something beautiful? 

Then get up and be it 

 

Fighting for the smallest goal 

To get a little self-control 

I know how hard you try 

I see it in your eyes 

 

But call your friends 

'Cause we've forgotten 

What it's like to eat what's rotten 

And what's eating you alive 

Might help you to survive 

 

We went on, as we were on a mission 

Latest in a grand tradition 

And oh, oh, oh, what did we find? 

 

It was Ego who was flying the banner 

And me and Mia, Ann and Ana 

Oh, oh, oh, we'd been unkind 

 

But do you believe 

In something beautiful? 

Then get up and be it 

 

Fighting for the smallest goal 

To get a little self-control 

I see it in your eyes 

I see it in your spine 

 

But call your friends 

'Cause we've forgotten 

What it's like to eat what's rotten 

And what's eating you alive 

Might help you to survive 

 

And even the nights, they could get better 

And even the days ain't all that bad 

And after a week of fighting 

As more and more, it seems the right thing 

 

Do you believe 

In something beautiful? 

Then get up and be it 

 

Fighting for the smallest goal 

To gain a little self-control 

Won't anybody here 

Just let you disappear? 

 

Not doctors, nor your mom and dad 

But me and Mia, Ann and Ana 

Know how hard you try 

Don't you see it in my eyes? 

 

Sick to death of my dependence 

Fighting food to find transcendence 

Fighting to survive 

More dead but more alive 

 

Cigarettes and speed for livin' 

And sleeping pills to feel forgiven 

All that you contrive 

And all that you're deprived 

 

All the bourgeois social angels 

Telling you, you've got to change 

Don't have any idea 

They'll never see so clear 

 

But don't forget, what it really, really 

Means to hunger strike 

When you don't really need to 

Some are dying for a cause 

But, that don't make it yours 

And even the nights, they could get better 

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