Manchester Orchestra - Anything Left | Текст песни

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• Manchester Orchestra
• Anything Left

Friday night is fight night in the city
seven mothers grab your shining boxing gloves
you will need 'em, to defeat 'em
who will take the gold picking and the betting (?)
bright lights and fist fights bring the attendance up
it's so trendy on the marquee

and I will wai-ai-ait if there's anything left to tell me (don't tell me)
well I'm sorry darling you have crossed the line
and I will wai-ai-ait if there's anything left of me
I'll show you all the doctor's my eyes can't deny

I will throw the fight I swear to Jesus
clearly head inside the main offense tonight
she believed him, cause he's bleeding
tongue-tied in the ninth round of contention
our fair lady wins a no contesting bout
with a hand gun, to a loved one

and I will wai-ai-ait
if there's anything left just tell me (don't tell me)
that everything is gonna be just fine
and I will wai-ai-ait
if there's anything left of me
I'll give you anything you need of me to make this right

and I will wai-ai-ait if there's anything left don't tell me
that everything is going to be all right, no
and i will wai-ai-ait
if there's anything left behind don't tell me
cause this time everything will not be fine