Top Room
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(All them, all them, all them, all them,) (All them skills, all that sewing, all that mekin' Marks and Spencer's knickers) Yea, I didn't mean anythin' anymore and I wasn't scared of worryin', f*ck that all When the sleeps went on and you tried to find a signal I ain't got one Online food and distancin', I felt like shit Well it comes so quick and all the frustration and the no sleep shit I think I want somethin' to come out of my phone that ain't there Oh f*ck this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Uneventful, f*ck your pledge Sod this philosophical take on where's your head Where's mine too? Six foot outside the shop in front of you Eyein' cars seventy miles an hour across a car park, what the f*ck for? I feel less able to make the effort but I can't be fuckin arsed all I see is a desert Not desert, I miss them Paris streets and restaurants near the church The light from the lamp outside rolls under the end of the blind surrounds my pillow, glow in the birch Oh f*ck this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh f*ck this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh f*ck this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh f*ck this Oh send me back Oh balls you, and illicit The scope of my language is very big, it's safe to say I'm not very good at it Like mainstream where accents sound like ray beams All perfect, direct, like she's just had an hoover out to her teeth n' neck Transatlantic, he's the same, you gotta be really shit to come into the game Trash tatters smash you, claw it three to four hundred years left of this capitalist orgy Change the room, let's see if we can hold the climax by switchin' up the fuckin' mood Hoover hoover, it's like you'd pay someone If someone told you needed a new computer Coz I don't fuckin' know anythin' about 'em Silly country, I'm a cunt, get me wallet out? Of course sir, how much do you fuckin' want? Plains and rough tools, no oil and no shoes off at doors kettle on and common decencies optional of course Oh f*ck this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh f*ck this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh f*ck this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh f*ck this Oh send me back I need I call I fill my bag and look I fill my bag and walk I fill my bag and look I need I call I fill my bag and look I fill my bag and walk I fill my bag and look I need I call I fill my bag and look I fill my bag and walk I fill my bag and look I need I call I fill my bag and look I fill my bag and walk I fill my bag and walk out
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Written by: Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson
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