I Am Not Lefthanded - Persuade Yourself | Текст песни

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• I Am Not Lefthanded
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You were writing in uncertain lines when you met me
Drinking whiskey in the hope you'd overflow
You talked of nights that you spent alone
and how morning smelt of winter
And said people shouldn't be judged by their clothes

I was quiet as a ticking clock when you met me
Giving hours when the minutes felt so slow.
I spent the night in your one-bed house
on a sofa made of splinters
til your bed was the only place to go.

Now it's a day to stop and persuade yourself
And it's a day to overflow
Look up, turn down. The bitter hands of winter stop here.
It's a day to overflow
Get up or go back home.
Get up or go back home...

I'll be walking past the place we met come Sunday
You'll be sleeping off the words stuck in your throat.
I might stop to hear how the traffic flows
Through the Rumbles in my headphones
but I won't hear my phone ring on this road.

Now it's a day to stop and persuade yourself
And it's a day to overflow
Look up, turn down. The bitter hands of winter stop here.
It's a day to overflow
Get up or go back home.

Get up or go back home
Get up, get up...

Slow, don't go, you're so low
Slow, don't go, you're so low

It's a day to stop and persuade yourself
And it's a day to overflow
Yeah it's a day to stop and persuade yourself
And it's a day...

Slow, don't go, you're so low
Slow, don't go, you're so low

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