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• Artiste: Hamish Hawk
• Titre: Bakerloo, Unbecoming
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First an arrow then a glance She narrowed her eyes on his arrogance He shot something new out of both barrels She said your gun ain't no fun, hun I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo Channelling thundering memories of you These old resentments, azaleas on my deathbed Essentially it comes down again to the limitless mysteries of other men And my desire for a harder skin or an easy love of an americain I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo Channelling thundering memories of you These old resements, will be the death of me And they will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral They will sing songs for the national blackout They will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral They will sing songs for the national blackout Y'know when I picture him, I picture him surrounded Y’know when I picture you, I picture a whirlwind in blue I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo Channelling thundering memories of you These old resentments, will be the death of me And they will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral They will sing songs for the national blackout They will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral They will sing for the national blackout And it sounds strange coming from the oldest flame but even so I'm no righteous type don't get me wrong But how do you get off if you never got on Never got on Never got on We never got on And they will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral They will sing songs for the national blackout They will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral Hear them sing for the national blackout Blackout