Hung Empty Los Campesinos!
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[Verse 1]
They're singing "Bread of Heaven"
But they're baking it with our dough
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence
That grew up to be a deafening hush
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
[Pre-Chorus]
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
[Verse 2]
He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show
I'm dropping my defences 'til libido's my libero
And if you're keeping track of the notches
Even if he had a four-poster bed
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip
Plucking splinters from his head
[Pre-Chorus]
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
My vision is fading, it's blurry
There are fingerprints all over the sun
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
And we feel like we're the only ones
They're singing "Bread of Heaven"
But they're baking it with our dough
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
Wish I'd savoured that awkward little silence
That grew up to be a deafening hush
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
[Pre-Chorus]
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
[Verse 2]
He's playing dickhead's advocate and every date's a house show
I'm dropping my defences 'til libido's my libero
And if you're keeping track of the notches
Even if he had a four-poster bed
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchip
Plucking splinters from his head
[Pre-Chorus]
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
My vision is fading, it's blurry
There are fingerprints all over the sun
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
And we feel like we're the only ones
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