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And you don't feel the same
When the frills go
You bide my time
And I'll never go with you tonight
And until the part it ends
And until the part when we retire
And over the hill, over the hill we go
And I'll buy you the night, and I'll buy you the time
We can do anything you want
Well, you go there, my never, my never
You bide my time
And I'll never go with you tonight
And until the part it ends
And until the part when we retire
You tell me slower
What have you seen
And what did you see
Three girls saw her
Looking so thin
Black and bruised skin
I'll never go with you tonight
And until the part it ends
And until the part when we retire
Over the hill, over the hill we go
You look so frail, you know
But still you hold
On to your false hope
You look so frail, you know
But still you hope
And until the part it ends
And until the part when we retire
And until the part it ends
And until the part when we retire
And until the part it ends
And until the part when we retire
And until the part it ends
And until the part when we retire
- Álbum:
- Nobody Wants to Be Here and Nobody Wants to Leave
- Oran Mor Session
- No One Can Ever Know
- No One Can Ever Know: The Remixes
- Forget The Night Ahead
- Here, It Never Snowed. Afterwards It Did
- Killed My Parents And Hit The Road
- Non-Album Releases
- Oran Mor
- Nobody Wants To Be Here & Nobody Wants To Leave
- Acoustic EP
- The Room
- Another Bed
- Sick
- Sick / Untitled #67 (Demo)
- It Never Was the Same
- A Fatcat Records Sampler 2014
- Last January
- The Twilight Sad
- Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters