Belle & Sebastian - Slow Graffiti | Текст песни

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There's a portrait
In a back room,
Which I keep for days upon, which I relent,
And gaze for hours on the muscle, skin and bone
Of some imaginary friend.

So how about it?
Show me, please, how I will look in twenty years,
And let me, please,
Interpret history in every line and scar
That's painted there in front of me.

It doesn't matter what I'm thinking,
What I tell myself to do.
I'll end up calling.
I stay in to defrost the fridge.
Now the kid has gone to bed,
A feeling of dread.
At least when she's around the trouble's there;
It's worse to wake up with her falling round the room.

Listen, Johnny;
You're like a mother
To the girl you've fallen for,
And you're still falling.

Listen, Johnny;
You're like a mother
To the girl you've fallen for,
And you're still falling.
And if they come tonight
You'll roll up tight,
And take whatever's coming to you next.

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