I got years..years.
I pack my suit in a bag
I'm all dressed up for Prague
I'm all dressed up with you
I'm all dressed up for him too
Prepare myself for a war
Before I even open up my door
Before I even look out
I'm pissing all of my bullets about
I packed myself in a bag
I'm all wrapped up in Prague
I'm all wrapped up in you
I'm all wrapped up in him too
Prepare myself for a war
And I don't know what I'm doing this for
Trying to let it all go
But how can i when you still don't know?
I COULD WAIT FOR YOU
LIKE THAT HOLE IN YOUR BOOTS
WAITING TO BE FIXED
AND I COULD WAIT FOR YOU
WHAT GOOD WOULD THAT DO?
BUT TO LEAVE ME PRICKED?
...Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover
...darling
I got years...years
Pack my suit in a bag
All dressed up for Prague
Pack my suit in a bag
All dressed up for Prague
Pack my suit in a bag
All dressed up for Prague..
Pack my suit in a bag
All dressed up for
All dressed up for
All dressed up for ...
Damien Rice
Album: 0
Song: Prague
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