Paolo Nutini > These Streets (2006) > These Streets
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Cross the border, Into the big bad world where it takes you 'bout an hour just to cross the road just to stumble across another poor old soul from The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness I fight with my brain to believe my eyes and it's harder than you think to delay the sadness that creeps up my spine and haunts me through the night and life is good and the girls are gorgeuos suddenly the air smells much greener now and I'm wondering 'round with a half pack of cigarettes searching for the change that I've lost somehow These streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know where'd the days go? When all we did was play And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from walking by a high-rise to a landmark square you see millions of people with millions of cares And I struggle to the train to make my way home I look at the people as they sit there alone Life is good, and the sun is shining Everybody floods to their ideal place And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them Trying to pretend that they've got som space These streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know These streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous suddenly the air smells much greener now and I'm wondering 'round with a half pack of cigarettes searching for the change that I've lost somehow These streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know These streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know |