Glen Hansard – Race To The Bottom (Guitar)

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Sliding along by the Seine, it's May Day

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This song'€™s in my head once again

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It's a long way down to the bottom we've been racing

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Coughing my lungs up on Rue des Irlandais

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Becoming a risk to myself

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It's a long way down to the bottom and we're racing

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The radio silence and the anarchists

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Are gathering names, dates and lists for burning

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It's a long way down to the bottom that we've been racing

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Oh, how you move me, truly

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Oh, how you set my heart aglow

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I'€™m shadowing in with the crowds unnoticed

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Somebody painted an '€™X' on my back

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It's a long way down to the bottom and we're racing

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Piss on the streets after dark in Paris

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Even on dear Joan of Arc, she knows

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It's a long way down to the bottom and we've been racing

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Even the gods as they gaze down on us

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Know that there's no one to be saved among us

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They keep turning away, turning away

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We're singing along with the righteous people

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The bullets will rain down from the mosques and steeples

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They keep turning away, turning away

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A taste for the wine and a woman's forgiveness

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Her man's in decline, oh, it's a nasty business

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It's a long way down to the bottom that we've been racing

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Our blood is no thicker than this water, my brother

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You'll find out soon one way or the other

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It's a long way down to the bottom that we've been racing

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Even the clouds that send the rains down on us

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See a horizon that goes way beyond us

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We keep drifting away, drifting away

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While down in the dark in the tick-tock alleys

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Time's running out and there's still bills to tally

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We keep chipping away, chipping away

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Sliding along with the bouquinistes

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Baldwin and Brecht and the distance between us

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It's a long way down to the bottom that we've been racing

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I'm rising up strong like a snake that's charmed

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A handsome Parisienne on my arm

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It's a long way down to the bottom that we've been racing