Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Silver shone the rooftops, I heard the words 'You will',
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And realized that in your eyes, the force of love could kill.
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So go and get your wages, get what you deserve,
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When hope held out of its hands today, you laughed and turned and fled.
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Chorus:
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Release, 'cos I wanted the world, and all I could get to
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Was a gun or a girl.
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Release, now I've thrown them away
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I'm here and I'm hungry and I hope I can stay.
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The loch is overflowing, the sun has shed its light
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And all that's left to warm your breast's the wine we stole tonight.
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Bottle merchants both of us, overdosed on Keats, we smashed them all
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And watched them fall like magic in the streets.
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Chorus
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Standing in our new boots, we've lost the urge to hide,
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We left it with the souvenirs that forced us to decide.
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How we'd storm the palace, meet me at the gates,
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There's plenty bread and water here for anyone who waits.
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Chorus
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But you can't remember where you squandered your hope
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A fistful of dollars and a fistful of dope,
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With your hands in your hair and your hair in your face,
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You'd better summon your soul because we're leaving this place,
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With a red, red flag for a souvenir.
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Release
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Aztec Camera |