Real Lies - Deeper | Текст песни

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Dust of your flat.
Red walls and weed reek.
Red wine in the carpet, like clots.
Silver outside and the boys at the chip shop.
They all come down.
Trying to get in girls, put themselves inside them. I think they just need a holiday.
I want you to know, that you’re the chemical that shook my awake.
Westerbeech.
To be someone. Good place to be. Get close to me.
Step off the plane.
The sun that greets me will never whither away.
Your face has all dropped and the boy’s looking lonely. And with all these people?
Well, that’s a thing.
‘I’ve never even been on holiday,’ he says.
‘Let alone spent another night with another girl.’
The penny’s in my throat and the penny’s dropped. Bosh, bosh, bosh.
Life and death of a cigarette.
Another gone, another soon.
Westerbeech.
Not falling on down.
To be someone.
Or hitting the ground.
Good place to be.
Relapse uptown.
Get close to me. Deciding now.
I want you to know, that you’re the chemical that shook my awake.
Comedown’s the same, no matter the country.
Headache’s a headache, gut’s a gut.
All that’s different is that you’re not here. But i’ll rally myself for the night’s last dance.

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