VERSE 1Absinthe in my handThere's dirt in my shirtThe taste of fire in my mouth againTwo new colours in the rainbowI think they deserved a chanceAn accident waiting for happenstanceCHORUSOh my god,There's that voice againI know I'll make that choice againFor the thousandth time in my memoryThat internal voice always scuppering meVERSE 2My knife in my handMy blood on her skirtI knew today conspired to cause me hurtWho knew love without her say so?I blew every single chanceA wilderness chained upAnd made to danceCHORUSOh my god,There's that voice againI know I'll make that choice againFor the hundred thousandth time in my memoryThat eternal voice always scuppering meThe sadness will last foreverThe sadnessVERSE 3Brush in my handPaint on my shirtVivid colours take the place of dirtA few new butterfly tornadosA hole in the chest of FranceI whistled in the wheat fieldThe melody of circumstanceMy gun in my hand
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Whoops I watched this a couple of days ago and forgot to leave a comment. Really enjoyed this. You seem to be a natural showman. The lyrics are fantastic. Well done!
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Whoops I watched this a couple of days ago and forgot to leave a comment. Really enjoyed this. You seem to be a natural showman. The lyrics are fantastic. Well done!
Scruggy - I wrote the track with a little help from a friend.
VERY NICE !!!