"Give me a story and get me a bed
Give me possessions
Oh, love luck and money they go to my head
Like wildfire
It's good to have something to live for you'll find
Live for tomorrow
Live for a job and a perfect behind
High time
England my country the home of the free
Such miserable weather
But England's as happy as England can be
Why cry
And did you know desire's a terrible thing
The worst that I could find
And did you know desire's a terrible thing
But I rely on mine
A-ah
England my country the home of the free
Such miserable weather
But England's as happy as England can be"
Thursday, 4 August 2011
really wish i wrote this
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perfect melancholy pop. i miss the sundays.
ReplyDeleteThey were played at a twee pop night in Vancouver tonight, I was so happy!
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