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Arab Strap - Loch Leven Lyrics



Arab Strap - Loch Leven Lyrics




The rain pissed down on Leven's shores.
The sane rain would rain on superstores and set off car alarms in our street.
Let's burn our clothes and hunt our meat.
A day of skies, a day of feasts, we fell to bed, to grunt like beasts.
We could live in your wee car, we could never go too far.

A flash of sun between your thighs, a perfect black shape to protect my eyes.
A swooping hawk, a dying tree.
"F*ck me," says he, "f*ck you," says she.
If I'm a clown, then you're a mime but I'm sure that we'd be friends in time.
The selkie put her skin back on and swam away, back to her own
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The rain pissed down on Leven's shores.
The sane rain would rain on superstores and set off car alarms in our street.
Let's burn our clothes and hunt our meat.
A day of skies, a day of feasts, we fell to bed, to grunt like beasts.
We could live in your wee car, we could never go too far.

A flash of sun between your thighs, a perfect black shape to protect my eyes.
A swooping hawk, a dying tree.
"F*ck me," says he, "f*ck you," says she.
If I'm a clown, then you're a mime but I'm sure that we'd be friends in time.
The selkie put her skin back on and swam away, back to her own
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Writer: Aidan Moffat, Malcolm Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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