She looks up and laughs from back of car
I draw some wings and cut them out
Late that evening went down to the waterside
Sat down by the waterside, mapping it out
Send me flags
Send me tickets
I can't get my back up off my bed
England's so cold
Was it you that told me
That my arms are laden down with lead?
Loved that story the sacks and the teeth
Carved it well upon my chest
Spoke well of you, speak well of me
Because your story is the best
Send me flags
Send me tickets
I can't my back up off my bed
England's so cold
Was it you that told me
That my arms are laden with lead?
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