Los Campesinos! – Straight In At 101 (Guitar)

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I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock

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Feels like the build-up takes forever, but you never get me off

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You pull your dress over your face

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And I stare down towards my chest

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Chastise both our greasy hair, wonder whose gut is the softest

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Stand with my ear to the door, listening to the landing floorboards

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To dash from mattress to your bathroom

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Where I ball my fingers into fists

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Until my knuckles glow bright white

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Press the heels into eye-sockets 'til I see the flashing lights

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Stop me when my stories change

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When they have started to repeat

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'Cause last time I was a mess of sleep, of icy feet

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So baby, all apologies

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It was going to happen, inevitably, oh

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I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock

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Feels like the build-up takes forever, but you never touch my cock

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And what exactly do you mean now by, "What can you even eat?"

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And how does that affect how I'll get off this evening?

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I flew down south to Mexico, had a minor realisation

                      A
I understood why kids draw the sun with its rays emanating

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And the beams broke the clouds, the sky looked like a concertina

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I'd sat on in my pocket for weeks, folded up from a picture

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I've been playing Straight Chicken with gay girls, it's never enough

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She keeps on pulling the peace sign and it seems like a taunt

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She licked a glaze on her lips, they shone like Battleship Grey

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She never liked the wisdom I gave

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"Some people give themselves to religion

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Some people give themselves to a cause

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Some people give themselves to a lover

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I have to give myself to goals"

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So baby, all apologies

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It was going to happen, inevitably, oh

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And if it helps, I mean, even slightly at all

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It's best to dust yourself down and get straight back on the horse

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I condescend a smile and wink directly at the camera

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I leave you led in both our scents as I tiptoe out the backdoor

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I skid down icy streets and view my face in the reflection

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Of a High Street lingerie store though it wasn't my intention

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The talking heads count down

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The most heart-wrenching breakups of all time

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Imagine the great sense of waste

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The indignity, the embarrassment

      E
When not a single one of that whole century was mine