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laurie makes a stand
01:39
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laurie's gonna drink his last three lives away if things don't change, if these winds don't change.
curling up on the south bank, chalk in hand, and laying blame, always laying blame.
humbled by a skyline he used to hate, laurie's too late, always too late.
swimming in the veins of the city as if falls again; throw our love away, trash our love today.
a line on your face for each line you want to tell, making up a ladder so you can climb out of hell;
a mark on your door for each son you'll never have!
laurie makes his stand.
laurie makes his stand.
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holding doors
02:35
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he says
'i'm sick of holding doors for girls who could open,
i'm sick of making sense of things that are broken.
sick of holding doors for girls who could open,
sick of making sense of things that are broken.
i'm tired of boys who can win, who can break hearts without a word,
'cause all my life i have tried to impress someone like you.
and i'm sick of holding doors for girls who could open,
i'm sick of making sense of things that are broken.
sick of holding doors for girls who could open,
sick of making sense of things that are broken.
and i'm tired of beauty with no support that still expect to conquer all,
when all my life i have tried to impress someone like you.
i'm just holding doors with broken limbs.
just holding doors with broken...
and i'm sick of holding doors for girls.
i'm sick of holding doors for girls,
i'm sick of holding doors for girls.
i'm sick of holding doors for girls.
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3. |
the prayer
02:49
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- this is a bloc party cover, original lyrics available online -
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a better home
03:12
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the leaves take a dive, i wish i had played this differently.
the summer we spent alone, you saw the best of me.
a thick web of silk pouring from our mouths for hours, i forgot my name as you covered our home in flowers.
it's going to be a hard year.
it's going to be a hard year.
"i hope these things can find a better home"
show me an ocean an ocean and i will take it on i will take it on (on my own).
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hands!
05:40
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keep your hands to yourself love / one day you'll need them / when the ceiling collapses / when the beauty is gone / keep your hands to yourself love / one day you'll need them / when these fuckers have left you for dead / its become comfortable / laughable / impossible / ridiculous / a joke you share with friends when you run out / i'll become taller / become thinner / feed your hunger / be a winner / they keep smirking when they look at what you'll settle for / you look so pretty in the evenings / you feel like death when you wake up / you know i love either one of you / don't forget that love / it's become comfortable / this will follow us down / follow us down.
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tiny blue boxes London, UK
bleeping, strumming, and whinging since 2008.
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