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Steed Malbranque
02:45
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[the sound of me moving in my wheelie chair up to the mic]
man, i don't wanna sing these songs imbued with worth
i'll never touch another OH on this earth if it means i won't fall into romance cliches
'cause I was never one for taking shots like Eric-maxim choupo-moting
Whenever life would get this hard I'd always find my solace down in upper tooting
Free of responsibility
When I fucked up my life, well, my grandmother sorted what was wrong
If everything's falling apart should i just quit
Embarrassing to hear me chat this much bullshit
cause I've broken down and I've lost me a friend and I'm wondering how I can go through it all again
Morten Gamst Pedersen did not have to deal with the feelings that I feel for you
He would curl it top bins and throw all his worries away to Burnley
Eiđur guđjohnsen did not have to go about his daily life without looking you in the eyes
He just won trophies, didn't he
Well God abandoned elland road
About a thousand years ago
And I belong at craven cottage, shielding sins, they'll never know
But lord how I miss being a kid gliding round in my school pretending that I'm steed Malbranque
[Indistinct wailing]
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You know it's always like this
From the wandle to the lune
Acciacaturas and mordents
Fam it's all the same tune
Lay your eyes on an angel
And fall head over heels
But aren't you sick of how it feels like…
In the space of one conversation
You'll have made your fabrication
Shes got you feeling like the pick of the bunch
And you're like "Just call me Jason, cause man I'm punchin" (like Jason puncheon do you get it haha)
But this loves not what it seems
And you'll much prefer the dream
It doesn't matter if she's funny or smart or beautiful
How could she compare to what's atop your pedestal?
So when you lose her you'll complain to all your friends
"Oh, I'm on a one way ticket to Lonesome, good thing that's my ends"
But this loves not what it seems
And you'll much prefer the dream
It felt like…
And if I asked you where you came from
I'd believe you if you said heaven
Cause you amaze me, shot of whiskey
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Poor outside boy from up yonder
Walks up the High Road at dusk
He isn't sure that she'll be there
Just one of them things that he trusts
Cause when everything
Gets much too much for his lady well she walks along the bec(k), looking for somewhere to hide
And she finds me
At the mountain of fire and miracles at the meeting of mitcham and ambleside
"Must we do this outside church?" I said
And she said "don't you see the joke?"
"He still doesn't know, does he?"
"Shut. your. mouth. please. God, I hope the brimstone makes him choke"
"See, I love you, but it's not enough to turn right before Riggindale, the demons will haunt me far and wide
And I am burning, in the mountain of fire and miracles at the meeting of mitcham and ambleside"
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Sweet Embrace Manchester, UK
wot if elliott smith was from ends
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