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Tytuł: Alone

  • Wykonawca: The Beautiful South
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Like the contents of your handbag
   You don't know why it's there
   People ask you where you're heading
   You just answer "anywhere"
   We don't mean to be this vague
   It just happens that we are
   No-one asked us to elaborate
   We just shrug our shoulders and be
   And like the stories that just happened
   No-one thought of, no-one planned
   We could have ruled, we could have conquered
   Then we could have been a man
   We could be ex-husband
   We could be ex-wife
   But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
   Alone, alone
   Half an hour is seven hours
   One day is several months
   Alone, alone
   A month is a calendar
   A year can be a decade spent
   Alone
   He knows "hello" in eighteen languages
   "I love you" in only one
   By the time he's got his phrase-book
   The chance is usually gone
   And we feel ourselves quite prepared
   But quite prepared for what
   We always took the lead
   Before we actually knew the plot
   And you can tell where we've been shopping
   By the bags beneath our eyes
   Make-up shoulders burden
   But the smile never lies
   We could be ex-husband
   We could be ex-wife
   But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
   Alone, alone
   Half an hour is seven hours
   One day is several months
   Alone, alone
   A month is a calendar
   A year can be a decade spent
   Alone
   So empty at the airport
   You don't set off the doors
   We used to feel like chorus girls
   And now we feel like whores
   Hearts built like reservoirs
   Words built like dams
   Thoughts built like juggernauts
   Our actions built like prams
   And when the wind blows into our face
   We should be warmer and not colder
   Well, what price the charges
   On this cargo that we shoulder
   We could be ex-husband
   We could be ex-wife
   But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
   Alone, alone
   Half an hour is seven hours
   One day is several months
   Alone, alone
   A month is a calendar
   A year can be a decade spent
   Alone
   And we only smoke when bored
   So we do two packs a day
   And we've lost the difference
   Between bored and lonely anyway