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letra de you could’ve flipped a quid - vincent vocoder voice

[verse 1]
halfway finished, he was halfway done
now his antler’s stuck in the linoleum
guess he had a good run, guess it’s not so bad
never became a mean drunk or a sh-tty dad
phone screech, can’t reach, i guess it’s the end
potato peelings and garlic husks, yeah he’s making new friends

[verse 2]
and so he stands, bent double, dawn to sunset
watching bird sh-t shadows tracking east to west
he was a self-made man, eine übermensch!
yet his clothes were bangladeshi and his car was french
new book? looked good, but he had six to start
decaf cuppa with a morning f-g, hadda watch his heart
best mate’s big day, but he kept the suit
for that other guy with that other thing, it ain’t looking so good
you could’ve flipped a quid

[chorus]
wait, they say, something’s wrong
walls, doors change, but nothing’s moving along here
wasn’t i meant to be somewhere right now? is it still yesterday?
my number came up but the desk is shut and i’ve forgotten my complaint
there’s always tomorrow
[bridge]
shut, shut, shut, shut, shut
locked, locked, locked, locked
she’s still got eighteen friends
but they don’t talk a lot
i think will moved away
dan took his kids to spain
and kay’s dried out since the stitches
after bob lost his britches
on a novotel floor in nuneaton
well…

[verse 3]
four, six, nine, getting queasy in a pe shirt
ten, twelve, hot funny feeling, akathesic skirt
nineteen, twenty, six-twenty-seven, on a cioran trip
thirty-eight, nine, forty, now the reel’s just flapping and she’s tired of it
she could’ve flipped a quid

[chorus]
wait, they say, something’s wrong
walls, doors change, but nothing’s moving along here
wasn’t i meant to be back home by now? can anyone point the way?
my number came up but the desk is shut and i’ve forgotten my complaints
there’s always tomorrow
there’s always tomorrow
there’s always tomorrow

- vincent vocoder voice

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