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    The Beautiful South You Can Call Me Leisure текст песни

    You Can Call Me Leisure

    You look a younger more beautiful version of death
    But I’m scared to hold you close or smell your breath
    Now your body’s facing east your heart is west
    And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest

    We can’t stop thinking that we should’ve guessed
    We should’ve held you closer to our chest
    ‘Cos our shoulders were put there for that test
    Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest

    Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
    Your joyride didn’t feel bad enough to confess
    Till you placed the lemming on this family crest
    And you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measure
    The scalpel of all pleasure, I’ll call you rest

    It’s what we thought God gave us shoulders for
    Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
    Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor
    We pick your weightless body up from the floor
    We pick your weightless body up from the floor

    All the minutes, and the hours that you caressed
    Have been taken to a place that you thought best
    If it’s heaven or it’s hell you’re still well blessed
    And I shall get my own back when I can call you rest

    Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
    Your joyride didn’t feel bad enough to confess
    Till you placed the lemming on this family crest
    And you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measure
    The scalpel of all pleasure, I’ll call you rest

    It’s what we thought God gave us shoulders for
    Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
    Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor
    We pick your weightless body up from the floor
    We pick your weightless body up from the floor

    Up from the floor, up from the floor, up from the floor



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