Tonalité : D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Verse 2
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All dressed up with nowhere to go
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I love your sleeve pulling nervousness
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I love the way you crumble
into chalk at your edges
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I love the way you fade into a
sky that is as endless
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As your willingness to try
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Keep going and it will get better
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I love the way you push to get clear
I love the way you dance
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to get strong
Ancient
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Slick clay, rock formed,
wet sand, moss- borne
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What came before
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And what will come after
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Be neath the orderly queues,
the bad moods, the nice views
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The have- nots and have twos,
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the night shifts in flat shoes
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The discarded masks, the empty tubes
The colds, the flus, the reds, the blues,
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the buy to let, the play to lose
The White Ace, the Grey Goose,
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the Michelin starred, the fast food
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The straight lies, the strange truth
C
I can hear the deep rasp of your laughter,
joyful
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Beneath the stifled resent
ments and micro aggressions
All part of the fabric
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The tension woven so tight
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it defies its dimension
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The see but don't feel
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The know but don't mention
There you are, hedonistic,
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self destructive, insecure
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Trying to get away from the mistakes
you've made before
Verse 3
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Salt coast, foul wind
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Old ghosts, scrap tin
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Leaves, rain
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Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
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Old ghosts, scrap tin
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Leaves, rain
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Leaves, rain
Verse 4
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Veering into change
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I appreciate your efforts
Acknowledging your privilege
D
But prone to back- stepping
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Sure, it's not by our past that
our future will be measured
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It's by the very moment that we're slumping in,
disheveled
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Six hours in to some TV show
D
that tastes like the feeling of pizza
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I know what you reach for
Gsus2
All dressed up with nowhere to go
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Benched, waiting for a
C
path to open up
Waiting for a thing that might
make you old enough
D
To get into the pub
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Where people drink to lost youth
I see you,
Gsus2
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scraping the gravel in your Air Max
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So beautiful, so chaotic, so grounded
Home
D
Concrete and loam
Brick dust and loans
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Wood floors
Screen doors
And a place of your own
Gsus2
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Pay it off the rest of your life,
C
but who's asking?
Restless, the damp night approaching
D
Distilling the heat
Too long on your feet
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Now you want to be free
From the strain of what's
done in your name
Gsus2
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Every single inch of you
is somebody's claim
C
The familiar refrain
D
Of their glory and your shame
Dm
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You just want to keep moving,
F
the energy contained
Is spilling out and making
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trouble for you
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Nothing is the same
You got out from underneath
C
the weight of suffer and obey
D
The tyranny and hate of Britannia
rules the waves
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And now you swing your hips as you
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go strutting down the lane
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C
I love you when I see you this plain
Verse 5
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D
Your salt coast, your foul wind
Your old ghosts, your scrap tin
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The browning of your leaves
And the greening of your rain
Salt coast, foul wind
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Old ghosts, scrap tin
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Leaves, rain
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Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
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Old ghosts, scrap tin
Em
Leaves, rain
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Leaves, rain
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