Álbum: Boots Met My Face (2010)
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+ (F4)- (F2)Admiral Fallow // Boots Met My Face // Dead Leg
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C#m A E A
You have grown up.
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Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
E A
And with annual courtroom ties,
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Cigarette burns in your clothes,
E A
Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
C#m A E A E A
And as for love;
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Oh God, you farce.
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Taught and brought up on your verse.
E A
Breaking rank deserves a curse.
E A E
Go home now son.
E A
I've forbidden what you love.
E A
Break your own glass with your glove.
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E A E A
So you make blue the air.
E A
And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
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Swear to brutalise his wench,
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Burn some holes into his floor,
E A
Maybe petrol bomb his door.
F#m
Maybe not.
E
Maybe not.
C#m E A
'Cause that's youth today;
E A E A
They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
E A
Or is it pressure from you peers?
E A
As the cries fall on deaf ears.
F#m
What have I done?
E A E A
What have I done?
Music By Admiral Fallow.
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