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Bad Pint
04:18
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A husk of an adult, a shambling semaphore
The broken ballet of a life I never counted on
I swear to fill silence, yeah, I curse when I’m nervous
Slipping four letter words into frank conversations
Catalogue the self loathing, archive and acknowledge
Where I thought I’d wind up in my autumnal twenties
Versus bottom lip quivering pleas to my parents
If I’d not rolled around would the world be any different?
I don’t know...
A husk of an adult, a shadow cartographer
Coat-check the clichés I’ve grown over reliant on
I fold up the distance, introvert when I’m anxious
Petrol bomb my beliefs with some frank conversations
Catalogue the self loathing, archive and acknowledge
Where I thought I’d wind up in my autumnal twenties
Versus bottom lip quivering pleas to my parents
If I’d not rolled around would the world be any different?
I don’t know...no, not at all
All I ask is that you leave before I lose you
Circumnavigate your grace as I stow away in the weather beaten doldrums
of apathy and your forgiveness
All I ask is that you walk the other way
All I ask is that you leave before I lose you
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Souvenir
03:37
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Smiles becoming laughs
All talk of tigers paws and the necks of giraffes
It's all just family traits and motorways
Service station coffee breaks divorcing my shadows from their silhouettes
I won't lie tonight
I'll shake off all my growing older
Tonight
A beer can by my bed
Flecked with ash, don't ever ask me how it got there
It's all a life away from my troubled teens
Slumped outside a library and flicking coins at every car that passed
Now there's no nostalgia left that could ever lead me back
I won't lie tonight
I'll shake off all my growing older
Tonight
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You Are
03:50
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We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more
And I'm oozing surprise
But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And I'm suddenly shy
And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide
And I have read the right books
To interpret your looks
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye
This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding its back
When it used to ride me
And we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of its force
And I am blue
I am blue and unwell
Made me bolt like a horse
Now it's done
Watch it go
You've changed some
water runs from the snow
Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some
Peach, plum, pear...
Peach, plum...
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I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you
I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you
Feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
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Friends In America Glasgow, UK
Friends In America is Matthew Rawlings (vocals, lyrics, guitar) and Hamish Black (guitar, production, instrumentation). Musical soulmates and (figurative) brothers since 2010.
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