
Sorry You’re Not A Winner (Live in Hatfield) Enter Shikari
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Scratch card glory or waist-low pleasure?
Black eyes, nose bleeds, don't look back now
My white abode, do you remember my white abode?
But it's such a thrill, just to find out...
Sorry, you’re not a winner
With the air so cold and a mind so bitter
What have you got to lose but false intentions
And a life so pretentious?
Scratch card glory or waist-low pleasure?
Black eyes nose, bleeds, don' t look back now
My white abode, do you remember my white abode?
But it's such a thrill, just to find out...
Sorry, you’re not a winner
With the air so cold and a mind so bitter
What have you got to lose but false intentions
And a life so pretentious?
Scratch card glory or waist-low pleasure?
Black eyes, nose bleeds, don’t look back now
My white abode, do you remember?
I sweat, I ache
Sorry, you’re not a winner
With the air so cold and a mind so bitter
What have you got to lose
But false intentions and a life so pretentious?
Black eyes, nose bleeds, don't look back now
My white abode, do you remember my white abode?
But it's such a thrill, just to find out...
Sorry, you’re not a winner
With the air so cold and a mind so bitter
What have you got to lose but false intentions
And a life so pretentious?
Scratch card glory or waist-low pleasure?
Black eyes nose, bleeds, don' t look back now
My white abode, do you remember my white abode?
But it's such a thrill, just to find out...
Sorry, you’re not a winner
With the air so cold and a mind so bitter
What have you got to lose but false intentions
And a life so pretentious?
Scratch card glory or waist-low pleasure?
Black eyes, nose bleeds, don’t look back now
My white abode, do you remember?
I sweat, I ache
Sorry, you’re not a winner
With the air so cold and a mind so bitter
What have you got to lose
But false intentions and a life so pretentious?
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