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• Artiste: Los Campesinos
• Titre: 0898 Heartache
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Cavalcade through antemortem, terminal suburban boredom Summon second magpie for a small dopamine hit You wait and watch your own self die, not final act but in real time You are the sight and seeing, you're a reflection of it Grind my bones into the finest snow Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun Restored to earth, afforded a second birth Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come Line engaged cradle to grave, you occupy liminal space A recipe for disaster, a table laid for two I'm mouth agape arms open wide, not to receive but crucified The wind whistled a tune I stole and sang for you Grind my bones into the finest snow Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun Restored to earth, afforded a second birth Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come You're a million bucks and I am avarice, you know how I hunger for it I couldn't draw a dime in 50 states Nonarrival to your party, I did Five Halves for my birthday Bitter, lager, Guinness, cider, lemonade to chase Grind my bones into the finest snow Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun Restored to earth, afforded a second birth Dine on my rotten fruit for years and years to come No talk of the shape of the ceremonial counties There's no Runners Up Hall Of Fame I plucked a white-hot shooting star, to wish upon when times are hard An asterisk against your name 0898 HEARTACHE You're calling me a mistake, just call me if you want a bad time Dial 0898 HEARTACHE If your calling me's a mistake, then tell me why we're both still on the line?