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Bats In The Attic
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King Creosote & Jon Hopkins
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And I've got silver in my travels Growing silver in my sideburns, I'm starting to unravel Heard my heartbeat on a downhill I counted eighteen on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock What else? What else? And you said twelve years in retirement The hours go by like sips of water, the record lies unbroken And no doubt it's white flour in my diet It's going to be the death of me, sweet drumroll for those embittered big ideas It's such a waste of all that I had You mentioned bats in the attic So now you're lifting up the tiles to get around those conservation rules I walked down to the basement I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth And how I'll laugh out loud about that When I read your simple novel that uses all our real names And go make yourself a fortune There's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefaced It's such a waste of what we had And it's such a waste of all that we had And it's such a waste of all that I am
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