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lyrics

Thank you for the fiver
I hope it will survive the night ahead
Though I don't like the chances
There's still a chance it won't get squandered

And just in case I've wandered
Past your heart into the pond
That's down the street
Well I'm hoping one day that we'll meet

On a park bench where we'll talk taboo
You got half your sense, half a tattoo
Half on the mends, half split in two
But I'm half sure I'm in love with you

But my mind is still a rocking chair
Tween happiness and fake despair
And I know it's not really fair
But right now I just need you here cause...

Chorus:
Some reach for the sun
And some reach for the gun
Just to feel the light on their face

When I reach safe from harm
You'll grab for my arm
And drag me away from this place

No I don't think that I can stay here anymore

Thank you for the kindness
Yeah, I hope it isn't blindness
That is fuelling all the lightness
Of your tone

And I will try to speak less
While you work on your meekness
And together, we won't regress
We will grow

And I will try to block the wind
And keep you warm and wrapt up in
Starry sheets that at night
You will steal

And I'll start wearing bigger clothes
And hang out with the friends you chose
And try to eat less meat
In all my meals

Some reach for the sun
And some reach for the gun
Just to feel the light on their face

When I reach safe from harm
You'll grab for my arm
And drag me away from this place

No I don't think that I can stay here anymore

More and more I feel less heard
And more and more I feel deserted
It's no one's fault, I just eat when I'm hurt
But you call to let me know

That you're still here
You're still around
That you're listening when I'm not making
That much sound

So...

Thank you for the fiver
I don't need a taxi driver
I'd feel clearer and aliver
If I walked home

Cause I'm not smart, I'm not Magyver
I'm not strong, I'm not a fighter
But I'm a straggler, a surviver
I'm alone

So fuck it, let's just both have fun
And watch the love boat, season one
And get turned on
Whenever we speak soft

And I'll bring round all my cassettes
And you'll bring your vinyl of the Talking Heads
And we'll sing until the neighbours get
Pissed off

credits

from Before The July Days (June Demos), released June 27, 2017

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