So, this one goes out to Gemma Evans, and my vague attempts to tie threads together
Swapping stories and signin' napkins in a bar in Tokyo
So Shibuya sleeps as Solihull weeps for the coke in the clubs and the fights on the streets
Every exit felt like retreat, I'm just glad we both escaped
(And you can talk about it!) Oh, you can keep those days
Remind me why I couldn't stay
How quickly the resentment fades
When you know you're never coming back here
Always trust those Solihull girls
To walk out when the timing's bad
(There's never a good time, there's never a good time)
Says something when those Solihull girls
Are complaning that our band just sounds like a
Copy (of a copy)
Of a copy (of a copy)
Of a copy (of a copy)
Of a copy (of a copy)
Of a copy (of a copy)
Of a copy
This one goes out to the kids in Snobs still
Fighting the floor when the battles are lost
Every playlist came with a cost, you got the peace that you deserved
So give me a scene that can carry its weight or
Give me a scene that'd give it me straight
(Wait, no)
Give me a scene where the hype comes last
A night bus that just comes
(And they'll talk about us) Oh, you can keep those nights
War you think you have to fight
How easily the guilt subsides
When you know you're never goin' back again
Could always trust those Solihull girls
To walk out when the timing's bad
(There's never a good time, there's never a good time)
Says something when those Solihull girls
Are complaning that our story's just like a
Copy (of a copy)
Of a copy (of a copy)
Of a copy (of a copy)
Of a copy (of a copy)
Of a copy (of a copy)
Of a-
Mmm
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