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letra de green angels - james vane & immy kearney

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[verse 1]

trying to cash some cheques and a lex instead of three steps i’m climbing on to get away number 1 bus today
that’s the place that i stay with trepidation i
mosey back to the back seat open up my pack of beats

with a textbook by side i never really read
40 minute bus journey so they can teach me
but i’m not really into that i’d rather watch the scenery
various aspects i like to watch and see

the people not the landscapes, trying to write their own cv
just wanna really leave can’t really lie and deiceve trees so bare can’t grow leaves with veins here
the branches preaching out the wrong places and seeds

but i can hardly blame establishment i need some relief
i guess it’s the destined they’ve got to be grade leaders
satisfy pushy parents with their own agendas
manage my refusal to attend their lectures

[hook]: immy kearney

let it go, let it go, let the dream just fade away
put it away in a smoking tray. make a wish, and repeat all day. x2

[verse 2]

got my only parent asking where have you been
i’ve been hiding on buses trying to get to the big screen
are you sure that’s you mean, cause i never saw you sunday eve
smelt you coming in at 4am with a bag of weed

in ealing ignoring all parental needs
picking up some stuff with a load of f-cking seeds
to conceal all the boredom that i feel inside my city
feeling academically pretty pathetic

they work on negative reinforcement embellish
my failures and stresses, this is pretty f-cking h-llish
pounds and pleasures that diminish quick and hide away the stresses
pressures on my shoulder blades got me acting pretty reckless

petulant teen attempting to make drum temors
venture into label culture with a new colour
new picture, new structure, that’s the cambridge conductor
spill cyphers inspired by the flame of the lighter

[hook]

[verse 3]

back now, james vane flow – corn flakes, drum brakes, for the morning eyes closed sound take
casually vanishes into the smog backstage
that’s a mind state not real type state

just the kid with the dream ignoring what the teachers say
dreaming away. …dddddreaming away
in the claustrophobic sunny day sangeeth looking over my way
knowing that i’m being a poet rather than uh…

following the trace of the red pen on the white board
the red like a traffic light signifies and singnal signs
to be opening my soul, i need to stop and create
this is not the place where i was born make my slate

and i’m filled with a strengthening stronger belief
that i can help release the shackles of our own grief
we forget what we dream, we just leave it unattainable
i open at the close, but you’re a capable angel

[hook]

- james vane immy kearney

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