Four Seasons
Los Campesinos!
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When I come home it will be with, someone else's blood on my shirt Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans And I won't wanna talk about it What you prise from 'tween my fingers That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue A love life under two shadows But you don't wanna talk about it The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head And when I lay you down we'll be beneath Duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets (I love you more than ever) As you bathe the stains from my skin only dirt is washed away 'Cause all the bad lays far more deep Please, I don't wanna talk about it
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Written by: Gareth David Paisey, Thomas Edward Bromley
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