Part Of The Band (Live From The AO Arena, Manchester, 17.02.24)
The 1975"Part Of The Band (Live From The AO Arena, Manchester, 17.02.24)" là bài hát của The 1975, 2025, Pop. Thời lượng 3:49, 42 lines / 271 words.
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0:00She was part of the air force
0:02I was part of the band
0:03I always used to burst into her hand
0:07In my my my imagination
0:14I was living my best life
0:15I was living with my parents
0:17Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
0:21And my my my cancellations
0:40And I fell in love with a boy
0:42It was kinda lame
0:44I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
0:48In my my my imagination
0:53And there were so many cringes in the heroin binges
0:57I was coming off the hinges
0:59Living on the fringes of
1:01My my my imagination
1:09Enough about me now
1:12You gotta talk about the people baby
1:17At home somewhere I don't like
1:21Eating stuff off of motorbikes
1:24Coming to her lookalikes
1:31I can't get the language right
1:34Just tell me what's unladylike
1:44I know some "Vaccinista tote-bag-chic baristas"
1:48Sitting east on their communista keisters
1:52And writing about their ejaculations
1:58I like my men like I like my coffee
2:00Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody while
2:05Staining the pages of the nation
2:13Xanax and a Newport
2:16"I take care of my kids" she said
2:22The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet
2:28It's like someone intended it
2:32Like advertising cigarettes
2:35A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get
3:28Am I ironically woke?
3:30The butt of my joke?
3:31Or am I just some post-coke average skinny bloke
3:36Calling his ego imagination?
3:42I've not picked up that in a thousand four-hundred days
3:46And nine hours and sixteen minutes babe
3:49It's kind of my daily iteration
She was part of the air force I was part of the band I always used to burst into her hand In my my my imagination I was living my best life I was living with my parents Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants And my my my cancellations And I fell in love with a boy It was kinda lame I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine In my my my imagination And there were so many cringes in the heroin binges I was coming off the hinges Living on the fringes of My my my imagination Enough about me now You gotta talk about the people baby At home somewhere I don't like Eating stuff off of motorbikes Coming to her lookalikes I can't get the language right Just tell me what's unladylike I know some "Vaccinista tote-bag-chic baristas" Sitting east on their communista keisters And writing about their ejaculations I like my men like I like my coffee Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody while Staining the pages of the nation Xanax and a Newport "I take care of my kids" she said The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet It's like someone intended it Like advertising cigarettes A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke? Or am I just some post-coke average skinny bloke Calling his ego imagination? I've not picked up that in a thousand four-hundred days And nine hours and sixteen minutes babe It's kind of my daily iteration
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