Paroles de 199x
In a terraced house in Rubery hauntsThe ghost of something awful
A crushing dark and normal
Like the night we made yr parents divorce
Days spent playing rebels
Pushing our own funerals forwards, forwards
I almost fucked you on the couch in the lounge
Teenagers are useless
Cause a brittle Christmas
And the glass shards sparkle sharp in the snow
Outside for the romance
Inside for the lust and I want you, want you
(Want you, want you)
I want you, want you
(Want you, want you)
I heard you kept a diary
Of all the gone-wrongs
And I know you won't believe me
I think yr one of the lucky ones
(Lucky ones)
I think yr one of them
You walked the long way with yr dignity crowned
If yr your mother's anger It haunts you, haunts you
I heard you kept a diary
Of all the gone-wrongs
And I know you won't believe me
I think yr one of the lucky ones
(Lucky ones)
I think yr one of them
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