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• Artiste: Cribs (The)
• Titre: Under The Bus Station Clock
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If I could only figure Where it is you'd like to be in your dreams Then I could whisper it In your ear whilst you sleep And you won’t have to worry Or have to try too hard To find a place for me Cos in my bubble This world, I'm leaving behind It's my favourite place to be When the disguise drops Under the bus station clock Is where we’ll meet With me tearing hearts into my ticket While the sun sets a different shade Well in this bubble I don't have to worry About the opinions of the sеlf-assured The have's and the have-more's The Soho House crowd bores I'm floating further away Than I ever managed to get before So if you never, ever see me again Maybe I made it to heaven? When the disguise drops Under the bus station clock Is where we'll meet With me tearing hearts into my ticket While the statue faces a different way And your prints can still be found around here Don't know how they managed to survive the years At least the things you never knew Can't come back and try haunting you Cos the cut-off are truly lost When the disguise drops Under the bus station clock Is where we’ll meet With me tearing hearts into my ticket