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She's a cocaine queen, from the oat milk scene
He's a post punk man, from the post punk band
Drink natural wine in Birkenstocks
And they're running out of time on every clock
Cos they push you away
And they push you away
Am I afraid of heights, or merely scared of falling
Well maybe you were right, this ain't my calling
With a warm white wine, at the private view
I only feel alright when I'm standing behind you
Cos they push you away
Cos they push you away
And they push you away
And they push you away
And they push you away
If you suffer for your art, small plates is where you start
Cos they push you away
Written by: Ben Hambro, Charlie Meyrick, Fred Lawton, Leo Lawton
