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Rip Tide
03:03
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You and i used to drink to forget
Things that happened before we both met
And i know you can feel my pain
That's why i wanted to meet you again
I see them quirks, part of me in you
Cheeky smirk, compassionate youth
We drink happy now our limbs entwined
Oh no have I fallen for you?
The goth in you, something lost in me
My sad love songs and your poetry
Maybe I'll be bold and jump in the sea
A rip tide below my feet
There's no need to run out of the room
After declaring your love for me
I'll be brave and jump into
This rip tide with you
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2. |
By The Tree
04:28
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That ribbon tattooed on your leg
When you told me what that represents
Oh my love
Although I could not share in your grief
I'll walk with you by the tree
A friend of yours
Would have been a friend of mine
You can drink Guinness that's okay
It's my usual anyway
I'll just hold you
Even though I was no regular
At the Camden Good Mixer
A friend of yours
Would have been a friend of mine
I'll walk with you
By the tree
By the tree
Margret's tree
If you need me
If you need me
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3. |
English Countryside
04:11
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Drive me down memory lane
Past the field
Through the metal gate
Sweet sour scent
- Of the English countryside
And it happens when
Nostalgia wins
Your senses bring back
All these things
Celluiods of lost friends
Where we would reside
Playing all night
Up all hours writing
Arguing
- in the English country side
And it happens when
Nostalgia wins
Your senses bring back
All these things
Celluiods of lost friends
I would like to go back
And
Celebrate our youth
Friends for life
- In the English countryside
And it happens when
Nostalgia wins
Your senses bring back
All these things
Celluiods of lost friends
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4. |
Pay No Rent
03:42
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After drinking all the wine I just wanted to sleep
In the chapel they've all been crying i can hear them weep
Pin up girls , weirdos , confessions from former lovers
I was just a puppet needing to keep a job
Spend your life choosing friends
But don't have time to spend
All your time searching for love
Love don't pay no rent
God is not working god will not be king
Monarchy nor faith could never win
Young army deserter, Grampa ashamed to bits
Loneliness won't help us, i'd prefer regret
Spend your life choosing friends
But don't have time to spend
All your time searching for love
Love don't pay no rent
An earthquake hits off the North Yorkshire coast
But that shit doesn't happen round here we'd boast
Over in the Wild Horse resort and spa
Girls like mermaids try to stay alive
Spend your life choosing friends
But don't have time to spend
All your time searching for love
Love don't pay no rent
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