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• Artiste: Du Blonde
• Titre: Holiday Resort
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You won the battle Who won the war Looking down the barrel of a gun that I adore I cannot feed a fire if I haven't got a lung full Wake up on Sunday Without a thought Standing like a pillar in a holiday resort I swept my ankles cleanly on the cotton sheets that you bought Hold my face up to the rain I'll never love you like that again But I don't mind pretending if I get to hear your voice again Put on my shorts And tried to play the field Romance is a crop that modern culture cannot yield So I hang up my dancing shoes and then I put up my shield I've seen you drinking I've seen you drunk Leaning like a corpse against the backdrop of the sun And I still think you're pretty baby I still think you're the one Hold my face up to the rain I'll never love you like that again But I don't mind pretending if I get to hear your voice again Spoke to my doctor He said I've passed my peak All my eggs are dying In my twenties I'm antique And I never learned to drive And I never harnessed my mystique I spend my days in the solace of my room Pulling pubic hairs from the crotch Of my swimming costume And I don't like the president And I don't like your perfume Hold my face up to the rain I'll never love you like that again But baby you can call me If you're ever horny I know you like to hear your name But I don't mind pretending if I get to hear your voice again