Johnny Foreigner
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In a terraced house in Rubery hauntsThe ghost of something awfulA crushing dark and normalLike the night we made yr parents divorceDays spent playing rebelsPushing our own funerals forwards, forwardsI almost fucked you on the couch in the loungeTeenagers are uselessCause a brittle ChristmasAnd the glass shards sparkle sharp in the snowOutside for the romanceInside for the lust and I want you, want you(Want you, want you)I want you, want you(Want you, want you)I heard you kept a diaryOf all the gone-wrongsAnd I know you won't believe meI think yr one of the lucky ones(Lucky ones)I think yr one of themYou walked the long way with yr dignity crownedIf yr your mother's angerLetras de cancionesI'm my father's graveAnd we're back on our old shaky groundYou don't believe in ghostsBut that terraced house in Rubery haunts you, haunts youIt haunts you, haunts youI heard you kept a diaryOf all the gone-wrongsAnd I know you won't believe meI think yr one of the lucky ones(Lucky ones)I think yr one of them
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