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Rooms to Rent
02:52
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Time will pass and ghosts will rest
Hearts desires are left unsaid
No futures passed, no lovers last
Those endless streets we walk too fast
Souls entwined designed to last
Will one day take a different path
We cannot measure what we had
By what we have today
No beaches walked, no rooms to rent
In out of town establishments
Where morning moons are sent to bed
By the promise of the day
Impassioned vows this like a dream
Will one day be a memory
The loss of what we had will seem
A thousand miles away
No beaches walked, no rooms to rent
In out of town establishments
Where morning moons are sent to bed
By the promise of the day
No beaches walked, no rooms to rent
In out of town establishments
Where morning moons are sent to bed
By the promise of the day
No beaches walked, no rooms to rent
In out of town establishments
Where morning moons are sent to bed
By the promise of the day
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2. |
Hyena
02:34
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There's no time to talk about a reason
When time and tide wash over you
There's no time to talk about a reason or rhyme
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
Though time and tide wash over you
There's no time to talk about a reason or rhyme
All the things that you talk about
All the things that you say
Will only add fuel to fire
The love you burn the shots you take
Because there's no time to talk about a reason,
Though the road to hell is paved with good intentions
There's no time to talk about a reason or rhyme
(Hyena)
All the things that you talk about
All the things that you say
Will only add fuel to fire
The love you burn the shots you take, because
There's no time to talk about a reason
When time and tide wash over you
There's no time to talk about a reason or rhyme
About a reason or rhyme
About a reason or rhyme
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3. |
Poundland
03:24
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La la la la la la la
La la la la la lalala la
It's all kicking off in the market square
With security and community policemen
It's hard to see through the tables and chairs
To the men on the ground wearing hi-vizability
Rude boys are shouting and there's fighting at the bar
The bassline's punching out the voices in the distance
See the races and faces debating the disunity and intolerancy
In Poundland
(In Poundland)
Push through the multitude and out of the crowd
Past the backhands, the armbands, the blank and the blameless
There's nothing moving on the roads in the town
With the police vans full of shamed and the shameless
Shout, there's fighting at the bar
The bassline's punching out, there's trouble in the distance
Isolation, frustration, a nation of disunity, intolerancy
Becoming a national occurrency
In Poundland
In Poundland
La la la la la la la
La la la la la lalala la
La la la la la la la
La la la lalala la
It's all kicking off in the market square
With security and community policemen
It's hard to see through the tables and chairs
To the men on the ground wearing hi-vizability
Shout, there's fighting at the bar
The bassline's punching out, there's voices in the distance
Isolation, frustration, a nation of disunity, intolerancy
Becoming a national occurrency
In Poundland
In Poundland
Lala la la la la la la la
Lala la la la la la la la
Dadadada dadada dadada dadada dadada da da
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4. |
Poundland Dub
02:19
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The Intercepteurs Salisbury, UK
Want Happy? We got Happy
Want Brass? Got that too
Groove? Tick that box
Sunny? No shade thrown here
Mates? Bring 'em!
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