Black Country, New Road – Athens France (Guitar)

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  She flies to Paris, France, I come down in her childhood bed

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And write the words I'll one day wish that I had never said

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  Now all that I became must die before the forum thread

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  The cursed vultures feed and spread the seeded daily bread

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           And I guess I found out        what it's like

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  Oh, I am very young

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But I am working, working on the glow-up

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I am the richest girl in every room

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Mainline to the UE BOOM

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They ask me

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"Why don't you sing with an English accent?"

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Well, I guess it's too late to change it now

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In the rural American town fairground

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I go 'round and I go 'round

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It's a great wide gulf between intentions and what ground met me

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I check my phone and make the sound

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Like "Theme From Failure" performed, but for just you

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Like the new road built out of Black Country ground

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I have learned so little from all I lost in 2018

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I think she's still waiting there for us, somewhere

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Underneath what we built to keep the waters clean

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It's a one-size-fits-all, hardcore, cyber-fetish, early-noughties zine

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She sells Matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team

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She's recently enlightened and for some reason, that fazes me

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It won't give up, too soft to touch and how hard could it really be?