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[ti:London] |
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[ar:Ben Howard] |
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[al:These Water Up] |
[00:05.12] |
Oh, how I wish I could drag you down here, |
[00:18.34] |
Pull these feet far from the ground |
[00:31.14] |
Cause this, this city ain't no friend of mine |
[00:45.12] |
Ain't no friend. |
[00:51.45] |
All I can do |
[00:57.68] |
When the tracks stop at the final destination |
[01:03.99] |
Is just push on through, |
[01:10.53] |
The weariness and silences of such a crowded situation here. |
[01:19.14] |
All I can do |
[01:24.45] |
When every brick, every bar, every elegance I see, I see her face, |
[01:31.61] |
Is just push on, just push on through, |
[01:37.84] |
These embers of memories that float from the fire, from the fire of this place. |
[01:58.43] |
So don't give up on me now, |
[02:04.00] |
Oh these legs that'll walk me home. |
[02:10.00] |
Because it's only concrete and cars, |
[02:13.10] |
It's only sirens and missing stars, |
[02:16.24] |
It's only whiskey and disregard |
[02:21.12] |
In the smallest hours here, when I feel alone. |
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All I can do |
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When these lights, they haunt me like orchids in a graveyard, |
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Is just just push on, just push on through |
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These faces of dust and stone, |
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The dirt and bone of loss. |
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So don't give up on me now, |
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Oh these legs that'll walk me home. |
[03:38.20] |
Because it's only concrete and cars, |
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It's only sirens and missing stars, |
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It's only whiskey and disregard |
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In the smallest hours here, when I feel alone. |
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And I hope, Paris is as beautiful as I've been told |
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And that everything you do is galvanized in gold. |