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I'm going back to 505,
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs.

Stop and wait a sec,
Oh when you look at me like that my darling,
What did you expect?

Предчувствие по обыкновению готовит тебя
К разочарованию от вечернего концерта, но
Сегодня будет любовная интрижка,
Вопреки опыту прошлого вечер обещает быть бурным.

Я хочу еще раз увидеть то, что уже видел не раз:
Вульгарные девушки, выглядывающие из окон лимузина,
Ну, и конечно их яркие платья,

Lately I’ve been seeing things
Belly button piercings
In the sky at night
When we’re side by side

And I don’t mean to rain
on anybody’s cabriolet
One of those games you’re going to lose

I wanna build you up, brick by brick
I wanna break you down, brick by brick
I'm gonna reconstruct, brick by brick
I wanna feel your love,
Brick by brick, oh-oh, brick by brick, oh-oh

I wanna steal your soul, brick by brick
I wanna rock and roll, brick by brick

Been fighting with my sheets
And nearly crying in my sleep
Yes, i'm battling that well taught gripe
The most restraining type
You should have racing stripes

The way you keep me in pursuit
Sharpen the heel of your boot

Well the morning was complete.
There was tears on the steering wheel
dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say
they're equally as bleak!

It's the beginning of the end,

You’ve never met before
But still she greets you like a long lost rock and roll
She’s definitely one of those
But you go wherever she goes

Oh when my body and my mind
Both start talking at the exact same time
Try’na think of ways to make her mine

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets
Practicing their lines

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking a Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?

Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that suprises me, is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

Library pictures of the quickening canoe,
The first of it's kind to get to the moon.
Draw some ellipses to chase you round the room,
Through curly straws and metaphors and goo.

Been watching all the neon blossom, flickering.
You look as if you've all forgotten, where you've been.
Going riding through the thunder so cold, fuzz canyon.

I etched the face of a stopwatch on the back of a raindrop
And did a swap for the sand in an hourglass
I heard an unhappy ending, it sort of sounds like you leaving
I heard the piledriver waltz, it woke me up this morning

You look like you've been for breakfast at the Heartbreak Hotel
And sat in the back booth by the pamphlets and the literature
On how to lose your waitress was miserable and so was your food

Tricking through the morning
The tramp with the trampoline under his arm
Shifts past your whiskers
So spark is a charm with the barking alarm
Weighs coil ’til the corner is turned

And the bicycle wheels, all struggle to move round
In your muddy mind blatantly cape town

Well it's ever so funny
I don't think you're special
I don't think you're cool
You're just probably alright
But under these lights you look beautiful
And I'm struggling
I can't see through your fake tan
Oh and you know it for a fact

Despair to the point where they provoke
The punchline before they have told the joke
The sheer desperation to be seen
Staring at the television screen
Despair to the point where they provoke
You to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke
Sorry, sunshine, it doesn't exist
It wasn't in the Top 100 list

Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm
She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue
It does a dozen somersaults and it leaves you supercharged
Makes me wanna blow her candles out just to see if you glow in the dark

Shalalala
Shalalala
Shalalala

We all want some one to shout for
Yeah, everyone wants somebody to adore
But your heroes aren't what they seem
When you've been, where we've been
Have I done something to trigger
The funny looks and the snigger?
Are they there at all
Or is it just paranoia

ALEX:
Baby, I'm yours (Baby, I'm yours)
And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky,
Yours, until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I die

OISIN:
Baby, I'm yours (Baby, I'm yours)

If you can summon the strength tow me
I can’t hold down the urgency

You’ve got to make your descent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys

Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller

your love is like a studded leather headlock
your kiss, it put could creases in the rain
you're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock
and those other girls are just postmix lemonade

suck it and see, you never know
sit next to me before i go
jigsaw women with hollow movie blue shoes (?)

Старые желтые кирпичи,
Любовь это риск,
Совсем немного Escapoligist
Посмотрел так раздражались,
Когда Вы хотели,
За тысячу мест лучше, чем это,

Вы беглец,

Old yellow bricks,
Love's a risk,
Quite the little Escapoligist
Looked so miffed,
When you wished,
For a thousand places better than this,

You are the fugitive,

I heard the truth was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are requiring still
You’ve got to dance little liar

Just like those fibbs that pop and fizz
And you’ll be forced to take that awful quiz
And you’re bound to trip