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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slow Club
Slow Club
Performer
Charles Watson
Charles Watson
Guitar
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Watson
Charles Watson
Songwriter
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slow Club
Slow Club
Producer

Lyrics

There are things in my wallet I will never use I'm the 51st member of a god awful group Connected by rain, they said you're all the same But I don't know, I don't know if they're telling the truth Like a field of rice I've grown out of An Olympian came to fill the shoes you knew Oh who can reach the circuits that I could never twist So now you can cross me off that god damn list Cos there's always that someone who'll be easier on your eye So forget the politics of living alone and just dance til the morning light I saw you in the background the other day On a television see some story grey You were sat on the steps of the new courthouse Spinning that wheel, you said you'd show me how You chased me through a carriage on a train But I reached the next one before you came And I pulled out the pin between yours and mine I kept going, you got left behind Cos there's always that someone who'll be easier on your eye So forget the politics of living alone and just dance til the morning light I heard you were looking for a man to leave But I can tell you that I'm not the one you need I'm always three steps behind the dance and the times Well if I can't change for you, then I won't change for me Oh as stubborn as it is, as stubborn as I am I can tell you that there is no pearl in this clam Or a diamond maybe, I stole its seed But it was only to try and get you home with me When there's always that someone who'll be easier on your eye So forget the politics of living alone and just dance til the morning light
Writer(s): Charles Richard Harrop Watson, Rebecca Lucy Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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