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Believing In Things That Can't Be Done

de Jamie T

Wrapped in cling film, staying 'til the morning
Working in a shop off Newport Street
Lived in your building high up on the ceiling
When she rushed the floorboards creaked

Lost in this town, haunting girl
You're calling up my friend
Try to find out where I've been
I'm I holding, holding it

Gave money to the man he put a bag in my hand
Said: "Son don't you understand
This isn't the way out this is the way in.
You're doubling your trouble in"

Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Millilitres down

Where you come from, where you at Jack
Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your nose
That makes your body contort like that
Like a dead-mark street-thief feeling the crack
They cut the paws off the boar for a fractured jaw
That was given to the government tax
Way back the when Maggie-aggie-aggie
Always made him sad but she never made him happy
I was lost weak, bleak in the street
Knocked me off of my feet
Hanging round with the people I should never meet
I will always believe that the air that we breathe
Will choke our lungs and clog up our arteries
Now, down on my knees take it out the police
Take it out, throw it down call the police
I'm up now, sitting in the gutter
Rolling back down if I hadn't come up

Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Millilitres down

While the neighbours are swapping infections
Ken and Jimmy had a spin and went mad and got sectioned
I was outside trying to shotgun a ride off a guy who like I had no sense of direction
Tension is building in a white heart pub
By the time we drove by the floor's covered in blood
Man next to me said 'oh, fucking much just throw them cunts'
'Til I fell in love with a brunette rough neck
Fits like a glove, kept me back down
When I came back up
When my feet hit the ground man, I started to run
And since that day that's all that I've done
So if you ever see me, if the town falls down
Just start screaming if she steal crown
You know they'll be lost and I'll be found
'Cause I'm 368 down

Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Millilitres down

It's the only way that you're getting out
If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

It's the only way that you're getting out
If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

It's the only way that you're getting out
If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

It's the only way that you're getting out
If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Millilitres down

Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Millilitres down

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