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While a frozen beer glass
melts in the heat,
a Motorhead tee shirt
gets played on repeat.
my overdressed legs
are stuck to the seat,
when I close my mind
I can hear the beach.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime,
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind.
On days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
The toilets are through
a back room bar
where bald old men
sit smoking cigars
I ask for a light
and they show me their scars
while flamenco's dance
to a Spanish guitar.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind
on days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
The TV speaks so fast on the wall
a coat hanger aerial catches it all
terracotta tiles bake under my feet,
the news reader speaks 7 languages
and I'm only here for two weeks.
By the second day
they remember my name,
they know what I drink
well it's always the same.
All the old men
are in hats and vests
they invite me over
for a game of chess.
The toilets are through
a back room bar
where bald old men
sit smoking cigars
I ask for a light
and they show me their scars
while flamenco's dance
to a Spanish guitar.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind
on days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
melts in the heat,
a Motorhead tee shirt
gets played on repeat.
my overdressed legs
are stuck to the seat,
when I close my mind
I can hear the beach.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime,
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind.
On days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
The toilets are through
a back room bar
where bald old men
sit smoking cigars
I ask for a light
and they show me their scars
while flamenco's dance
to a Spanish guitar.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind
on days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
The TV speaks so fast on the wall
a coat hanger aerial catches it all
terracotta tiles bake under my feet,
the news reader speaks 7 languages
and I'm only here for two weeks.
By the second day
they remember my name,
they know what I drink
well it's always the same.
All the old men
are in hats and vests
they invite me over
for a game of chess.
The toilets are through
a back room bar
where bald old men
sit smoking cigars
I ask for a light
and they show me their scars
while flamenco's dance
to a Spanish guitar.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind
on days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
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