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• Artiste: Juliet Turner
• Titre: Edward
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Edward is my confessor, I tell him all my sins He knows too much about me now, I'm gonna get rid of him Edward is my conscience, I hear him loud and clear He's got a Northern Irish accent, gets louder when I'm drinking too much beer And he always says the same things, reminds me of the land Illuminates the carvings in my father's tattered hands But I can't replace the missing son, or keep you safe inside my head Cause the angel got twisted on the guilt she had tasted. Edward has a left brain, he'd like to see me settle down He wants to marry me and move in with his mother But only 'til we've saved for something better Edward is mistrustful of the traveller, a fortnight in Portrush would do him fine He'd schedule sex for fifteen minutes after dinner And say that I'd look nice if I were thinner And he always says the same things, reminds me of the land Illuminates the carvings in my father's tattered hands But I can't replace the missing son, or keep you safe inside my head Cause the angel got twisted on the guilt she had tasted. And he won't sit down to talk as there's a Fenian in his seat But when his Catholic friend got killed his heart went missing Love can be a rope that you can use to hang yourself Or it can hold you tight and stop you slipping And the angels got twisted on the guilt they had tasted.