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The Rills
The Rills
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Mitch Spencer
Mitch Spencer
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Jon Hucks
Jon Hucks
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One, two, three, four Well I remember winter and how it turned our days Mother overrun my brothers, always gets around her My bedroom in the old broom cupboard Windows wooden frames And how we taped on plastic covers to act like double glaze And I can see somehow the years have done you good Your pockets over-run Deposits, guilty thoughts are drowned and I can See you try to bide back all your time away But money cannot do the justice that only time can pay Set me up like you give a fuck You may be here now but back then you were never around And I can see you never change, not when it matters Last time that I tried to call you a connection wasn't found And when I, see your face it manifests me as a child Watching how the snow will fall on hollow kitchen tiles Set me up like you give a fuck You may be here now but back then you were never around I sent all my love for you It's left there on the window pane How could you let me stew with nobody there left to blame And life's know I reached to you But you melt at my touch again I thought you'd come back too But no you set me up like you give a fuck You may be here now but back then you were never around Back then you were never around But back then you were never around And back then you were never around Back then you were never around
Writer(s): Mitch Spencer, Mason Cassar, Callum Warner-webb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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