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• Artiste: Kooks (The)
• Titre: Four Leaf Clover
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Sitting in a mess still undressed As a kettle whistle blows Paperback novelette still open And the door is closed You got a real sick mind You write a column for The Times For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a sign And when the night is over And the drugs are gone All you've got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over And the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold Six pages down and she's lighting up Her trainwreck soul She was abandoned by her lover Left by the road So apalling, scrawling those bullshit words It's thirsty work She'll stumble down to the booze in her Just to have a flirt You got a real sick mind You write a column for The Times For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a sign And when the night is over And the drugs are gone All you've got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over And the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold You got no one to hold You got a real sick mind You got a real sick mind And when the night is over And the drugs are gone All you've got is a four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over And the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold You got no one to hold You got no one to hold You got no one to hold