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3WW Lyrics - Artist : alt-J
[Gus Unger-Hamilton:]
There was a wayward lad Stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed The sky his awning [Joe Newman:] Neon, neon, neon A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field Can't surround so you lean on, lean on So much your heart's become fond of this [Joe Newman Gus Unger-Hamilton:] Oh, these three worn words Oh, that we whisper Like the rubbing hands Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language [Joe Newman:] Well, that smell of sex Good like burning wood The wayward lad laid claim To two thirsty girls from Hornsea Who left a note when morning came [Ellie Rowsell:] Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi) The road erodes at five feet per year Along England's east coastline Was this your first time? Love is just a button we pressed Last night by the campfire [Joe Newman Ellie Rowsell:] Oh, these three worn words Oh, that we whisper Like the rubbing hands Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language |
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