The Courteeners - Acrylic (Acoustic)
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You're just like plasticine
being moulded into a libertine dreamer
I feel so sorry for you
If you were 13 i'd let you off but you're not
and you should know better
I'd gather my thoughts on a notepad with a parker pen
and write you a letter but,
There's not enough paper in the world
There's not enough paper in the
have you heard all your friends go
All the words they seem to know
All the words in your songs go
You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine
Please vacate this city of mine
I only wish you had the songs to back up your talk,
it's all wrong
But we know that's not the case, rather show your face
In an ancient bar that nobody goes in
Because they serve sub-standard gin
Nobody goes in there
Did you win? Did they ask?
Well no one cares
All the words they seem to know
All the words in your songs go
You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine
Please vacate this city of mine
You're just like plasticine
being moulded into a libertine dreamer
I feel so sorry for you
If you were 13 i would let you off
but you're not you should no better
I'd gather my thoughts on a notepad with a parker pen
and write you a letter but,
There's not enough paper in the world
There's not enough paper in the
have you heard your friends they go
You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine,
please vacate this city of mine
END
The Courteeners - Acrylic (Acoustic)
制作
You're just like plasticine
being moulded into a libertine dreamer
I feel so sorry for you
If you were 13 i'd let you off but you're not
and you should know better
I'd gather my thoughts on a notepad with a parker pen
and write you a letter but,
There's not enough paper in the world
There's not enough paper in the
have you heard all your friends go
All the words they seem to know
All the words in your songs go
You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine
Please vacate this city of mine
I only wish you had the songs to back up your talk,
it's all wrong
But we know that's not the case, rather show your face
In an ancient bar that nobody goes in
Because they serve sub-standard gin
Nobody goes in there
Did you win? Did they ask?
Well no one cares
All the words they seem to know
All the words in your songs go
You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine
Please vacate this city of mine
You're just like plasticine
being moulded into a libertine dreamer
I feel so sorry for you
If you were 13 i would let you off
but you're not you should no better
I'd gather my thoughts on a notepad with a parker pen
and write you a letter but,
There's not enough paper in the world
There's not enough paper in the
have you heard your friends they go
You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine,
please vacate this city of mine
END