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Concrete (Live from London)

de Tom Odell

Got me in my hotel room
More pillows I could ever use
I think they call it luxury
But it doesn't make a difference to me

Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my

Staring at the picture on the wall
Yeah it's pretty clever but, it's got no soul
Show me your masterpiece
And it wouldn't make difference to me

Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my

Oh, rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine

I see all these aeroplanes
But I just wanna walk
Play me these symphonies
But I just wanna talk
So, baby, won't you come back?
Oh, I need something real

I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheets
Just your feet rubbing up against mine

I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my

Oh, rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine

Rubbing up against mine
Rubbing up against mine

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