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In Medias Res - Los Campesinos!
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In Medias Res Los Campesinos!

In Medias Res - Los Campesinos!
[Verse 1: Gareth & Aleks, Gareth]
But let's talk about you for a minute
With the vomit in your gullet
From a half-bottle of vodka
That we'd stolen from the Optic
On the back seat in your car
Because it wasn't safe to start it
You were "far too fucked to drive"
Were the words that you imparted
And the woollen dress that clung so tight
To the contours of your body
And the dead grass stuck to fibres
From us rolling in the lay-by
Were passed to dog-haired blankets
That protected the bench seat covers
And a crucifix was hung
From rear-view mirror by your mother

[Verse 2: Gareth & Jamie Stewart]
I'm leaving my body to science
And not medical, but physics
Drag my corpse through the airport
And lay me limp on the left wing
Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around
The dent I leave in the ground
That'll be the initial of the one you will marry
Now I'm not around
I flew for seven hours
The sky didn't once turn black
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