Bloc Party - Always New Depths |
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Always New Depths
Bloc Party All the clouds are black Mother is cried out Someone else broke my fall The truth is I'm not sorry I don't remember Internationally bastardised Internationally tongueIt's bigger than the both of us It was never my intention A pillar of salt, a box of want You were pulled out of the embers All the clouds are black All used up with wishful thinking Mother is cried out Summertime has come and gone Get sussed out, get cynical In this world there are no second chances Crawling round on all fours I will tear myself apart Curl yourself into a circle If you promise to paint me As a work of art You don't need to preach to me I'm a believer baby I'm a believer If you want lies I can tell them You don't need to preach to me All the pennies in the Thames If you want lies I got 'em Will not make it how it was Always new depths |
