Guildford, Guildford
holy mother of hell
and Jesus in the architraves
Waiting, waiting, comes to take all my misery away, at least for now
Kelvin ghetto homie figure we can work it out
It must be 5 years ago now
Skulking home one public holiday
Eighteen, eighteen, baby brains
I Got the nervous twitching algorithms right beneath the trees
I half expect her knuckles now to bring me to my knees
If she wants this to be
She'll have to see the things that I have had to see
Maybe she would know
Maybe she would care
She only loves me when I'm there
It must be five years ago now
My trimester public holiday
Eighteen crack these oysters open
She can be forgiven but she doesn't go away
I see her on the bus, man, see her everyday
If she wants this to be
She'll have to see the things that I have had to see
And maybe she would know
Maybe she would care
She only loves me when I'm there
I don't want to live like this anymore, kid
I don't want to live like this anymore
She only loves me when I'm there
She only loves me when I'm there

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