Paroles We Will All Become A Borough Of London de Fine Excuses

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Textes et Paroles de We Will All Become A Borough Of London




Detail
It's all detail
Fine print
Making you squint
Fine print
Blowing out in the wind

Just bricks on bricks on bricks
Building up on the sick
Just bricks on bricks on bricks -
I'm hit!

We march on the spot
And we die on the spot
Til no-one even knows if we're fun or not
And we're the picture postcard from your tacky aunt
But we still have our fair share of needs and wants

Dimmed men and dimmed rents
We're up to our knees in YUPs,
Why is he buying up the streets, when I can't afford a padlock?

We march on the spot
And we die on the spot
Til no-one even knows if we're fun or not
And we're the picture postcard from your tacky aunt
But we still have our fair share of needs and wants

I can see distant lights
And we will all become a borough of London

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