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home counties - spain كلمات أغنية

it takes time
to fall into line
you say “you don’t stand for much
hollowed out and half embalmed”
i say “your mind wants far too much
fattening up like it’s foie gras”
and it feels like nothing
like the whole world’s slipping away (what?)
yeah i feel i’m numbing
like an old brit cooking in spain
and it feels like something
and it feels like nothing (and it feels like nothing)
like the whole world’s slipping away (what?)
and i feel i’m numbing (feel i’m numbing)
like an old brit cooking in spain (spain)
and i’m sick of churning (yeah i’m sick of churning)
feel like i’m becoming (feel like i’m becoming)
all the bad things i used to hate (bad news)
let the bad news take it away
(bad news, bad news, take it away)
take it away
(bad news, bad news, takе it away)
take it away
(bad news, bad news, takе it away)
and it takes time
to realise your mind
to realise too much
and forget about your touch
flows like water off a lame duck’s back (yeah it all times time)
to be a well_read quack (to realise your mind)
but if there’s no way back, and you take the flak
then you won’t regret, regret what you started
and it feels like something
and it feels like nothing (and it feels like nothing)
like the whole world’s slipping away (what?)
and i feel i’m numbing (numbing, numbing, numbing)
like an old brit cooking in spain (spain)
and i’m sick of churning (churning, churning)
i feel like i’m becoming (becoming, becoming)
like an expat burning in spain (spain)
like an old dog dying in pain
all the bad things i used to hate
let the bad news take it away
take it away
take it away
i wake up on a beach, alicante
back burned bad, second degree
lose my mind on reclining lounger
stain my lips red with sangria
as the temp rips up high 20’s
glass half_full, not empty
and i feel at home rather than an intruder
i don’t know if it’s a dream or my future
i wake up on a beach, alicante
back burned bad, second degree
lose my mind on reclining lounger
stain my lips red with sangria
as the temp rips up high 20’s
glass half_full, not empty
and i feel at home rather than an intruder
i don’t know if it’s a dream or my future

- home counties

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