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Death To Cressida
02:12
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Eight shots!
In the head of that lad
And you’re still fucking wearing your badge
Gold Commander
Don’t mess with her
It’s all just death to Cressida
Just death to Cressida
Just death to Cressida
Sorry I sound so surly
But your lie about his jacket got your portrait early
Don’t you love to see a woman in power
You love it more when it makes you cower
Love it the most when she’s cleared of the killing
How’s diversity going for the dead Brazilian?
Stockwell station where you career began
Hollow points in a stupid plan
Gold Commander
Don’t mess with her
It’s all just death to Cressida
Just death to Cressida…
Eight shots!
In the head of that lad
And you’re still fucking wearing your badge
Gold Commander
Don’t mess with her
It’s all just death to Cressida
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Another bullet from your memory
You think that you're prepared
It's a shot from the last sentry
A problem doubled and a problem shared
Packing up all their things
In the basement, feeling bloody
Another lover waits in the wings
Such an impatient understudy
Take his name off the bills
Define the border
Nothing says I don't love you
Like a cancelled standing order
Even the sleeper can get bored of the dream
You guessed his password was the name of his football team
Just like that
The trust's undone
You knew about her but not the other one
Premises underlying promises broken
Panic buy increasing cost apology tokens
The bad seed at the heart of your marriage
Got hackneyed
You called a carriage
Take his name off the bills
Define the border
Nothing says I don't love you
Like a cancelled standing order
Take his name off the bills
Define the border
Nothing says I don't love you
Like a cancelled standing order
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3. |
Wake Me Up
02:11
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It’s finished the box set
It’s run its course
It’s lost a sure bet
It’s running on exhaust
I think it might have reached the point
Where there’s only cardboard left in the joint, so
Wake me up
Wake me up
I’m hoping one of us sees sense and
Says fuck it to the time that we’ve spent so
Wake me up when it’s through because I
I don’t want to wake up next to you
Every beat that your heart skips and every beat it misses
You’re waiting for my lips like a cargo cult for kisses
So wake me up when it’s through because
I don’t want to wake up next to you
As I’ve indicated
We’d be better off syndicated
Wake me up
So wake me up
So wake me up when we’re through because I
I don’t want to wake up next to you
I don’t want to wake up next to you
As I’ve indicated
We’d be better off syndicated
Wake me up
So wake me up
So wake me up when we’re through because I
I don’t want to wake up next to you
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Like a character on TV
Doesn't finish their cigarette
I'm a slave to continuity
Avoid the gaffes I'll regret
Long time listener
First time caller
With a righteous excuse to grumble
Pipe cleaner
In my shirt collar
So it's always the right kind of rumpled
Ever since the start
Of our collusion
I just wanted to make art
You're determined to break the illusion
Oh I love when you point out the mistakes
Props leftover from previous takes
Oh I'd never mistake your criticism for armour
Pointing out Starbucks cups in period dramas
So what. You've not caught me at my best.
Like the kid in the dinner from North by Northwest.
Poor performance from an extra I hired.
Fingers in his ears before the shots even fired.
Ever since the start
Of our collusion
I just wanted to make art
I just wanted to make art
I just wanted to make art
You're determined to break the illusion
I just wanted to make art
I just wanted to make art
I just wanted to make art
You're determined to break the illusion
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5. |
The List
03:10
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On the way to the park
In the queue for a film
On the drive back home
At your sister’s wedding
When I pick up the phone
Already know where it’s heading
Saying no so fast
Are you scared of failing
I thought the right hand path
It at least had a railing
You can say I didn’t listen but I’ve written it down
I’ve been basing calculations off of every frown
With annotations in red ink making out my mistakes
I didn’t ask what you think but now i’ve got all your takes
I’ve made a detailed list of all the things you said to me
I’ve considered every one
I still fucking disagree
Points of contention with all off your reasons
You’re obsessed by bruises
I’m still bandaging lesions
Statue graveyards of
Old affections
Even when you said you loved me it just
Felt like misdirection
All those summers out in Bexhill-On-Sea
So much trouble but you didn’t hear a word from me
You can say I didn’t listen but I’ve written it down
I’ve been basing calculations off of every frown
I’ve made a detailed list of all the things you said to me
I’ve considered every one
I still fucking disagree
Points of contention with all off your reasons
You’re obsessed by bruises
I’m still bandaging lesions
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6. |
Hands In The Pavement
03:10
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“I have a gift for disaster.
You seem to have survived it.
I don't mean for me. I mean for others"
Seventh time
Still ends in failure
I'm The Sandpiper
You're Elizabeth Taylor
Dim the lights
Draw the curtains
You're Medusa's Touch.
And I'm Richard Burton.
I'm a Show Boat
You're Ava Gardner
Wouldn't need this much reverb
On Frank Sinatra
Seeds have been sewn
A gift for disaster
The failed clone of happy ever after
So build a mausoleum in forever graveyard
While we smile to the cameras with our hands in the pavement
Smile to the cameras
Hands in the pavement
Seventh time
Still ends in failure
Suddenly Last Summer
You're Elizabeth Taylor
Dim the lights
Draw the curtains
Green Grow The Rushes
I'm Richard Burton
Clear our contracts with the legal department
We're a Hollywood couple in a one-bed apartment
And seeds have been sewn
A gift for disaster
The failed clone of happy ever after
"I have a gift for disaster.
You seem to have survived it.
I don't mean for me. I mean for others"
So build a mausoleum in forever graveyard
While we smile to the cameras with our hands in the pavement
Smile to the cameras
Hands in the pavement
Smile to the cameras
Hands in the pavement
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7. |
Girl Scouts
03:13
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Your house, your car, your job, your kids, the plays, so far I'm glad I missed
You're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, your gone - I'm done
Big words.
I'm not gonna' grovel.
You're just disappointed cos' it's not like an Austen novel
Mmhmm
Girl Scouts - all the way to college
First in class the whole way
You're just hoovering up that knowledge
You're winning every game you play
You could cure the next flu
Keep the patent or make it free
Do anything you set your mind to but you...
Wouldn't set your mind to me
A secret handshake
Or an oblique reference
To a quiet lake
Or your second preference
Your house, your car, your job, your kids, the plays, so far I'm glad I missed
You're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, your gone - I'm done
Girl scouts
You're gone, you're gone, your gone - I'm done
Girl scouts
Girl Scouts - all the way to college
First in class the whole way
You're just hoovering up that knowledge
You're winning every game you play
You could cure the next flu
Keep the patent or make it free
Do anything you set your mind to but you...
Wouldn't set your mind to me
...I’m Done
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Sway
03:01
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I'm not finished with you
Let me make my point
I've been waiting for this
Now we are conjoint
They saw the worst in you
From the moment you arrived
They told me it all
But for brevity's sake - let's summarise
They thought that your shirt looked shit.They thought your hair was bad
They told me not to tell you but you're the worst they've ever had
Like porn with too much budget you forget what point is
You came here for action but you'll sure leave disappointed
It's not a happy ending, just the end of being happy
That sounded so clever to you but just came out sappy
Everybody dances! You just sway
Sorry for you it doesn't work that way
You're thinking of the
They're hoping that it ends
Even on the day you die you won't be trending
Friends at the funeral, yeah, they're all pretending
Aren't you sick and tired of all the time that you're spending
Trying to stand out when you couldn't blend in
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9. |
Rescue From Without
02:49
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New messages - Zero
No response at all
I guess you’re the hero
From the way you refuse my calls
Such a boring story for girls
And it peaks to soon
Skip straight to the master of two worlds
Right past the ultimate boon
Descend into the underworld
Already know what it’s about
So bored of woman as temptress
Rescue from without
You’re like every book you’ve read and
Every game you’ve played
Couldn’t reach atonement without
Supernatural aid
Your narrative gets more tiresome
With every rehearsal
Your character’s still mired in
A plot that feels so universal
Descend into the underworld
Already know what it’s about
So bored of woman as temptress
Rescue from without
Rescue from without
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10. |
Cliff Notes
03:14
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Another stupid theory
Another point of view
Another bent statistic
There’s no talking to you
I’m talking to the cliff notes
I’m talking to what he wrote
I’m talking to the cliff notes
When am I gonna hear from you
Another stupid theory
Like the pyramid one
Five layers of excuses
So easily undone
I’m talking to the cliff notes
I’m talking to what he wrote
I’m talking to the cliff notes
When am I gonna hear from you
When am I gonna hear from you
When am I gonna hear from you
I’m talking to the cliff notes
I’m talking to what he wrote
I’m talking to the cliff notes
When am I gonna hear from you
When am I gonna hear from you
When am I gonna hear from you
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Like the demo of a ballad
Your strings need rearranging
Your skin so palid
Your mind I don’t see changing
I won’t even remark
On the chemicals they found in your blood
We’re building an ark
And you don’t even know there’s a flood
You looked like a vagrant
When I got back from Dover
You were trying my patience
Good cop bad cop is over
No volume of coffee
Is keeping you from your bliss
Is a spoonful of poppies
Really worth more than this
I miss your dances
Before you went to the clinic
So many second chances but
You’ve made me a cynic
I won’t even remark
On the chemicals they found in your blood
We’re building an ark
And you don’t even know there’s a flood
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