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albüm: Like The Races


An industrial train station
In the cold morning illumination
Sets the scene
We ascend to the Capitol
But the exit polls have proved us wrong Or so it would seem
One last punchline
Speeding through the green mile In the crisp light
Tossing hand grenades
On the same side of the barricade Is friendly fire
♪
Underneath the chestnut tree
Where I sold you and you sold me
The gin's run dry
The wind has grown cold
Carrying tales of long-lost splendours of old In your kerosene eyes
I handed in my resignation
In the split second of hesitation Before touchdown
Geocentric hedonism
And an aftertaste of narcissism In my dry mouth
♪
Bet on
Bet on
Bet on me
Just like you bet on the races
Bet on
Bet on
Bet on me
Just like you bet on the races
Bet on
Bet on
Bet on me
Just like you bet on the races

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