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Elsewhere
03:56
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I won't tell you this today, and you don't need to know
But today was the best day since I moved to this city
And yeah I've had far better days in a lot of other cities
And yeah I've seen us win away late on at City
But since I moved to this city, yeah, I've been alone
Alone like I've not been since I last moved to a city
I've been sat at home trying to evoke the ghosts of poetry
And then I saw your smile
And you paint better than Paul Gauguin
and our veggie goujons are better than the real ones
And I write songs better than Thom Yorke
And we both dance better than we talk
And we can be elsewhere, we can be elsewhere
Even when the football's boring, I'm glad that it's on
It gives me something to look at when things go wrong
And they usually do, oh yeah, they always do
Tamsin and Hayley, they know that it's true
But since you came into my life, I see a fox most nights
Working is tiring but the walk home is nice
And even when the cricket's on, I'm glad that it's boring
So we can dance around your room
And you paint better than Paul Gauguin
and our veggie goujons are better than the real ones
And I write songs better than Thom Yorke
And we both dance better than we talk
And we can be elsewhere, we can be elsewhere
And every surface has smelt of Smirnoff for years
We slouch when we sing along to the classics
We dance to the new songs whenever they touch us
There's a shop on the way, we'll get some more beers
It's always raining and it doesn't sound pretty
Three Bridges at home to Chichester City
We're waiting to hear we're done it's over you've cried enough tears
And we can be elsewhere, we can be elsewhere
And you paint better than anyone
And I write better than John Donne
And you play up front better than Dwight Yorke
and we can go Cannes and we can go Cork
and then down to Yeovil then up to York
And we both dance better than we walk
And we both kiss better than we talk
And we both dance down at Chalk
and we can be elsewhere, we can be elsewhere
We can be elsewhere, we can be elsewhere
And you paint better than Paul Gauguin
and our veggie goujons are better than the real ones
And I write songs better than Dwight Yorke
And we both dance better than we talk
And we can be elsewhere, we can be elsewhere
We can be elsewhere
(Even when the football's boring)
We can be elsewhere
(Even when the cricket's on)
We can be elsewhere
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Always Evening
05:02
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There are more important things in life than knowing how to be happy
I just don't know what they are and I just don't know how to do it
I'm not calling cos I'm drunk, Jess, I'm drunk cos I'm calling
And I been looking at my phone for too long in the mornings
It used to be Coco Pops and now it's always porridge
With honey and cinnamon like all the best poems
It used to be fry-ups and then you went swimming
And now I'm always running and now it's always evening
Oh, love, it's all just words, just words upon words
It's just this world we're living in
And love is just another word, it's just another world
It's just this world we're living in
It's just you and the dealer, and the roulette wheel keeps spinning
And nobody's betting and nobody's winning
And I spend my working hours pouring Pepsi into whiskey
And I spend my nights off pouring Pepsi into whiskey
And me and my mates now we always say sorry
We used to say nothing and it was better than nothing
And we'd say sorry for nothing and we'd be angry forever
And now Abbie paints the star and I sing about the weather
Oh, love, it's all just words, just words upon words
It's just this world we're living in
And love is just another word, it's just another world
It's just this world we're living in
I don't much like these dreamless phases
I don't much like these curtains anymore
I just like your hints and traces
I just want to be with you some more
Love, it's all just words
Love, it's all just words
Love, it's all just words
Love, it's all just words
Oh, love, it's all just words, just words upon words
It's just this world we're living in
And love is just another word, it's just another world
It's just this world we're living in
These days I just keep going
When I run out of steam
Been drinking Captain Morgan gold too quickly
You are still my go-to daydream
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Sam Rabin South Mimms, UK
Sounds like Lana Del Rey, angsty at a non-league half-time, or Joe Strummer trying to write a Valentine's Card.
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