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BELLE and SEBASTIAN lyrics : "Sunday's Pretty Icons"

There is no hole in which to hide
There is no plane to catch
No hope, tell them that's warm enough

No rent to a room that's quiet

A friend I've known through six degrees

Cools down to where I hide
A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
She comes back to my side


You're so far from wanting to talk
You're so far from wanting to say something good

Feel something good

The sea cries of loves of girls

The sea cries of boys
The storm, we are the both of us
Too close to ever love


Whiskey from the island of Sun
Whiskey from the year you were born

Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile

Somebody asked me what hell was like

Somebody asked me for help
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Lunging and happening, parting of souls


Every girl you ever admired
Every boy you ever desired

Every love you ever forgot
Every person that you despised is forgiven

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