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letra de top room - sleaford mods

[intro]
all them sk!lls, all that sewing, all that mekin marks and spencer’s knickers

[verse 1]
yea, i didn’t mean anything anymore and i wasn’t scared of worrying. f-ck that all
when the sleeps went on and you tried to find a signal i ain’t got one
online food and distancing, i felt like sh-t
well it come so quick and all the frustration and the no sleep sh-t
i think i want something to come out of my phone that ain’t there

[chorus]
oh f-ck this
oh send me
these roads are now the silence in no memory

[verse 2]
uneventful, f-ck your pledge
sod this philosophical take on where’s your head
where’s mine too? six foot outside the shop in front of you
eyeing cars seventy miles an hour across a car park, what the f-ck for?
i feel less able to make the effort but i can’t be f-ckin -rs-d all i see is a desert
not desert, i miss them paris streets and restaurants near the church
the light from the lamp outside rolls under the end of the blind, surrounds my pillow, glow in the birch

[chorus]
oh f-ck this
oh send me
these roads are now the silence in no memory
oh f-ck this
oh send me
these roads are now the silence in no memory
oh f-ck this
oh send me
these roads are now the silence in no memory
oh f-ck this
oh send me back
[verse 3]
oh b-lls you, and illicit
the scope of my language is very big, it’s safe to say i’m not very good at it
like mainstream where accents sound like ray beams
all perfect, direct, like she’s just had an hoover out to her t–th n neck
transatlantic, he’s the same, you gotta be really sh-t to come into the game
trash tatters smash you claw it, three to four hundred years left of this capitalist orgy
change the room, let’s see if we can hold the climax by switching up the f-cking mood
hoover hoover, it’s like you’d paid if someone told you needed a new computer
coz i don’t f-ckin know anything about em
silly country, i’m a c-nt, get me wallet out? of course sir, how much do you f-ckin want?
plains and rough tools, no oil and no shoes off at doors, kettle on and common decencies optional course

[chorus]
oh f-ck this
oh send me
these roads are now the silence in no memory
oh f-ck this
oh send me
these roads are now the silence in no memory
oh f-ck this
oh send me
these roads are now the silence in no memory
oh f-ck this
oh send me back
[outro]
i need
i call
i fill my bag and look
i fill my bag and walk
i fill my bag and look
i need
i call
i fill my bag and look
i fill my bag and walk
i fill my bag and look
i need
i call
i fill my bag and look
i fill my bag and walk
i fill my bag and look
i need
i call
i fill my bag and look
i fill my bag and walk
i fill my bag and walk out

- sleaford mods

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