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Pinot Grigio Queen
04:20
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Feels such a paradox to me
You've got the bookies and the pharmacy
In such close proximity to the pub
Like some unholy trinity of bad luck
Honest to God I'll never feel like you do
Or see the world as you want me to
You thrive in a world of chaos and screams
You really are the Pinot Grigio Queen
Here amongst the red brick avenues
I watch you sashay across your living room
Such hope, such energy, such glow
Remind me of someone I used to know
I feel so engaged in the passenger seat
Watching your head shake as you speak
You thrive in a world of chaos and screams
There you go the Pinot Grigio Queen
From the shops to the playgrounds and the bars
In people carriers to the retail parks
And outside of Cineworld you held me
Feels such a paradox to me
You've got the bookies and the pharmacies
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Dreaming Of Houses
03:09
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We've seen each other gleaming, seen each other wrecked
We're passing camper vans heading for the South West
I've been dreaming of houses we've lived in
Possessions we've lost, I wish we could see them again
Remember you laughing, the way that you talked
You lifted us up mountains, gave us love and support
Now I'm brushing your hair, never felt so mad
Through the windows a playing fields, a helicopter pad
Dreaming of houses we've lived in
The people we've lost, I wish we could see them again
We've seen each other gleaming, seen each other wrecked
We're passing camper vans heading for the South West
I've been dreaming of houses we've lived in
The people we've lost, I wish we could see them again
I've been dreaming of houses we've lived in
Possessions you've lost, I wish we could see them again
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The Admin Of Life
04:20
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I wish that I could save you from this fear and worrying
That clouds all your waking hours, leaves you suffering
The upsets, the overdrafts, frozen credit lines
You've had a belly-full of the admin of life
I always will remember you in your office clothes
Lying on the bed, backlit by an orange glow
You'd come home, manoeuvre past the bikes in the hall
Step over the letters they've no value to you at all
You'd come home, manoeuvre past the bikes in the hall
Step over the letters they've no value to you at all
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Furlined Bristol, UK
Country blues swagger and wry English chamber pop are defining features of Bristol band Furlined, formed by singer-
songwriter Neil Crossley.
The band released two critically-acclaimed albums, Love Comes In Canisters and Win A Dream Wedding.
The band's latest single Kill Devil Hills is the title track from their third album, due for release in November 2021.
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