Matt Healy (The 1975) - 102 | Текст песни

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• Matt Healy (The 1975)
• 102

Well we're here
We're at the common again
Smoke six of the ten fags that
I only bought an hour ago

Said well I
I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face looks when
I'm arguin' with you

And so when
When we all grow old
I hope this song will remind you that I'm not
Half as bad as what
You've been told

When I knock
At a hundred and two
And I see your pajamas
I can't stop smiling at you


And that's why we're here
We're at the common again
I been pouring my heart out
Towards your optimistic grin

I said well I, I, I
Like the cut of your jib
And I like the way that your face looks
When you're yappin' on about him

I put on this shirt
And I found your smell
And I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do
With myself

And I called you up
At a hundred and two
We just sat there for ages
Talkin' bout that boy what
Was gettin' on to you
You, you, you

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