With vintage (mama) misery,
A one night (ohoh) odyssey,
So give my head a minute to get outta' living
And broken bone you're so alone
You just need that suede suit of skin to take you home
Cause tonight you look like you could
But you know you won't
Good luck kid I tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill
Just one floor from a let down
Hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall
If only for the fame
His dearest catch of the (dada) day late
Well I've been told
"you make this town feel old"
The worst part's I already know
I'm just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor
Good luck kid I tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill
(Uhuh)
Toss a coin
Fall in line
With everything everyone's ever said about you
You're an over night success story without the stars
Blowing-off smoke from all the wrong pipes
Good luck kid I tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill
Good luck kid I tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill
I'm just a boy in an empty city With vintage (mama) misery, A one night (ohoh) odyssey, So give my head a minute to get outta' living And broken bone you're so alone You just need that suede suit of skin to take you home Cause tonight you look like you could But you know you won't Good luck kid I tip my head And hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it Playing two-up on your window sill With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill Just one floor from a let down Hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall If only for the fame His dearest catch of the (dada) day late Well I've been told "you make this town feel old" The worst part's I already know I'm just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor Good luck kid I tip my head And hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it Playing two-up on your window sill With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill (Uhuh) Toss a coin Fall in line With everything everyone's ever said about you You're an over night success story without the stars Blowing-off smoke from all the wrong pipes Good luck kid I tip my head And hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it Playing two-up on your window sill With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill Good luck kid I tip my head And hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it Playing two-up on your window sill With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill Explain Request ×
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