paroles de chanson Lachrymosity - Ed Harcourt
I
need
a
brain
lift
since
this
heart
sank
So
sick
of
morons
who
left
to
the
bank
Sometimes
I'm
guilty
of
losing
all
pity
Of
boys
with
guitars
who
milk
every
lachrymosity
Out
on
a
Friday
I
prop
up
the
bar
I
watch
all
the
primates
who
never
get
far
With
every
delusion
they
strut
round
the
city
They
scratch
in
confusion
overcome
with
lachrymosity
Why
so
sad,
so
sad,
so
sad?
So
sad,
so
sad,
so
sad,
I'm
a
recipe
for
disaster
I'm
a
has
been
no
good
bastard
You're
much
too
good
to
me
I'm
wrapped
in
lachrymosity
I'm
a
recipe
for
disaster
I'm
a
has
been
no
good
bastard
You're
much
too
good
for
me
I'm
wrapped
in
lachrymosity
Wrapped
in
lachrymosity
Scars
of
the
middle
class
as
a
puncheon
for
misery
Nails
in
that
sorrow
is
nigh
on
the
riven
tree
Don't
get
me
wrong
it
all
sounds
quite
pretty
Write
some
good
songs
and
you'll
have
some
lachrymosity
You'll
get
some
lachrymosity
You'll
have
some
lachrymosity,
too
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