Guildford, Guildford holy mother of Hell and Jesus in the architraves Waiting, waiting, comes to take all my misery away, at least for now Kelvin ghetto homie figure We can work it out (1, 2, 3, 4)
It must be 5 years ago now Skulking home one public holiday Eighteen, eighteen, baby brains Got the nervous twitching algorithms right beneath the trees Yeah, I half expect her knuckles now to bring me to my knees
[Hook:] If she wants this to be She'll have to see the things I have had to see Maybe she would know Maybe she would care She only loves me when I'm there
It must be five years ago now My trimester public holiday Eighteen crack these oysters open She can be forgiven but she doesn't go away Yeah, see her on the bus, man, see her everyday
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I don't want to live like this anymore, kid I don't want to live like this anymore (2, 3, 4)
She only loves me when I'm there [x2]
Nervous twitching algorithms right beneath the trees Yeah half expecting knuckles now to bring me to my kneesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
