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Common Touch (Explicit) - Lovejoy
Lyrics by：William Gold/Joseph Goldsmith/Mark Boardman/Ash Kabosu
Produced by：Alistair Chant
Use that key and make me bleed radiator
And off-season
There's not a devil in hell
Who would turn down the chance to meet her
Talkin' underhand
On my favourite band that you'd pretend to like before leaving
The torrential sounds under heaving clouds
You said the sky's just bruised but I saw bleeding
What do you want?
I would not care enough to know
And further on
I still won't care enough to know
And if it's all too much
For the common touch
I could gild my hands
In that circumstance
I could lift you up
Give a further thought
I could bleach your name in the crowd
Think she had a pretty name something that rhymed with Jesus
And it's insane
There's not a beggar in hell
Who would turn down the chance to meet her
Sunk a couple grand
On a losing hand complaining tried to fight the dealer
The habitual rounds over burial grounds
The father daughter and the mother Teresa
Teresa oh
******* Teresa
What do you want?
I would not care enough to know
And further on
I still won't care enough to know
And if it's all too much
For the common touch
I could gild my hands
In that circumstance
I could lift you up
Give a further thought
I could bleach your name in the crowd
And could you give me a minute?
I'm not so sharp when I'm on my own
I see your face move in the shadows
Of all the places we used to go
But could you give me a minute?
I shut my mouth just to spite my nose
I wish my words were made for lovers
But I can't stand not singing on my own
