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Gauntlet
03:48
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You struck out, so fumble hard for your nearest bedsit - Park street exit.
Calm down, my Casanova, you're far from able to run that gauntlet now.
"God, who calls their club Agora?"
"Don't be condescending when you're part of the problem."
Eyes on the prize you won't listen to me.
It's such a nasty surprise, heels treading on your feet.
You got your mind on the prize, pissing on College Green.
I won't deal with your drama for more than an hour, no.
You're a joystick spinning aimlessly.
I'm amazed that you're still on your feet.
When you're slurring every word you speak, you're part of the problem.
Eyes on the price you won't listen to me.
It's such a nasty surprise, heels treading on your feet.
You got your mind on the prize, pissing on College Green.
It's me...
Eyes on the price you won't listen to me.
It's such a nasty surprise, heels treading on your feet.
You got your mind on the prize, pissing on College Green.
I won't deal with your drama for more than an hour, no.
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You Own Me
03:19
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We've got so much to show from our time here,
But I'm The Wood's of confusion ear to ear.
UOB, you owe me. UOB, you own me.
Your life starts here and ends here if you choose.
Pressure builds at your Bunker in these shoes.
UOB, you owe me. UOB, you own me.
Shut them out, Lounge indoors.
Now we're done, I rarely stress anymore.
Comedown kings pass the blame.
It's what it took to keep me sane.
Lola's low on a Tuesday without fail.
One-night-only romantics chased her tail.
UOB, you owe me. UOB, you own me.
Shut them out, Lounge indoors.
Now we're done, I rarely stress anymore.
But I'm no longer sure I took my chances with both hands steady on the wheel.
So it goes, and now I feel old and young when I am at The Lanes.
What it takes to keep me sane.
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L.E.A
02:40
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Close the door, I've found it helps me breathe a bit better than before.
You were comforting at times, but suffocating.
All of my modern day anxieties encourage me to hide,
And I have prepped myself to live.
Lazily ever after.
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Nice View
04:49
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All my favourite spots are closing down.
Now all you see are roading sites and buildworks in our town,
Obstructing the nice view is nothing new though.
Running out of ideas is what we do.
Spoons on Gloucester Road is not the best that we should hope for.
But I can't deny my heart's desire to drink without emotion.
So call it quitz, Aperol spritz guy.
The view should be so nice.
Running out of ideas is what we do so well.
You're boarding it up, you're killing our scene.
I hadn't heard of you before, but now you're gone can I complain about your loss?
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