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This Isn't Who I Am
03:20
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I don’t know what has gotten into me tonight, but I don’t feel alright.
I ride my broken bike from your bedroom to mine, and I want to die.
My body feels as if it isn’t mine, there’s someone trapped inside.
And through she might scream and whine and shout,
I doubt that I could ever let her out.
(I’m never gonna let her out.)
This isn’t who I am,
I know that I’ll be happier in time but
This isn't who I am.
Your stockings have a ladder up the side, but you don’t seem to mind.
Can I stay at yours tonight? I left my keys behind I was so fucking high.
There’s people standing waiting for a ride, from the next taxi in line.
And they’re trying to pick a fight, with every single fuckboy that walks by.
And they catch my eye, but they let us go by.
This isn’t who I am,
I know that I’ll be happier in time but
This isn't who I am.
And all your friends will try to tell you
That this isn’t worth your fucking time.
But I know you won’t reply.
You’re so in love and so am I.
This isn’t who I am,
I know that I’ll be happier in time but
This isn't who I am.
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Girlcrush
03:56
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I think that we both probably know,
What they’re gonna say when we get home.
And I know that I’m a piece of shit,
But I’m trying to make peace with it.
I know that you might think it’s dumb,
But all I am to you is a girlcrush.
We went to some club on Brunswick Street,
Where we spent a hundred bucks on two drinks each.
And some asshole boy went through my coat,
To see if I could spare some coke.
But we left early, holding hands,
In the backseat of a taxi cab.
And you said you’d walk me to my door,
Or the mattress on my bedroom floor.
I know that you might think it’s dumb
But all I am to you is a girlcrush.
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And I know that you might think it’s dumb,
But you know me more than anyone.
In my north side backyard getting drunk,
On cheap cider from the supermarket.
You lean in and whisper that
You’ve wanted this since we first met.
And you tell me that I'm good enough,
As you take my Pavement T-shirt off.
And your flight leaves at 6am,
And it’s already 3am;
But if you want to stay the night,
You can crash here like a Qantas flight.
And I know that I’m a piece of shit,,
But I’m trying to make peace with it.
I know that you might think it’s dumb,
But all I am to you is a girlcrush.
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The Football Club Footscray, Australia
The Football Club are a folk-punk band from Footscray. They sing sad songs with big drunken choruses and heaped mouthfuls of words, telling stories on topics like sexuality, gender, friendship, and cheap red wine.
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