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letra de headache - brixton alley

headache

shh, keep it down because it’s now knocking on to 7:30
gwen’s just got her head down
a typical friday night round these streets
ain’t seen the police round here in weeks
and there’s just two pubs and the girls take turns bragging about being in love
and the boys call each other bruv, is there something ’bout here she loves?
i doubt it ‘cus the closest thing to a night club scene around here
is pleading for a lock-in at 12:30 at the queen’s head down the street

with last night’s make up on her face
a broken phone and a headache
she thinks about when she would sing accapella when she’d wake
and how time has flown since those days

and her soul’s as empty as the street she walks in
it’s wearing thin
feels stuck like leaches stick to your skin
she’s locked in

the ship’s starting to sink, she can’t help but think
there must be more opportunities than restaurant kitchen sinks
outside of the town that’s kept her in
sick of being poor, sick of small town talk
sick of the people to look up to being the ones face down on the floor
like ‘drunk jimmy’ looking like he’s just learnt how to walk
but he ain’t an alcoholic, just a guy with a 20 crate and a taste for gin and tonic
on it from 10 onwards ’till his liver’s screaming stop it
then it’s back to watch the game on a stolen panasonic

with last night’s make up on her face
a broken phone and a headache
she thinks about when she would sing accapella when she’d wake
and how time has flown since those days (x3)

- brixton alley

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