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Honoured to Be Honest Video (MV)




Performed By: Paws
Length: 3:42
Written by: Phillip Taylor




Paws - Honoured to Be Honest Lyrics




Drinking my beer on this train and it tastes like shit.
Maybe I'm bitter and it's too sweet to taste the retraction I'm in.
The rails are pulling in and the sheep are running.
I'm watching your ghost pace around in the study.
Underneath the powerline looking for an old friend of mine.
We smoke a pack, then walk home.
I'd never felt so alone.
I am honoured to be honest.
I am honestly exhausted.
Syncing up to figure out what it is that we had talked about.
No, we don't feel the same.
Are you still working hard enough to impress the boys that said that you were not tough enough?
So be strong and thoughtful and look out for your daughter. Try not to stray from the narrow and straight.
Underneath the powerline looking for an old friend of mine. She smoked a pack, then walked home.
She'd never felt so alone.
I am honoured to be honest.
I am honestly exhausted.
Syncing up to figure out what it is that we had talked about. No, we don't feel the same.
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Drinking my beer on this train and it tastes like shit.
Maybe I'm bitter and it's too sweet to taste the retraction I'm in.
The rails are pulling in and the sheep are running.
I'm watching your ghost pace around in the study.
Underneath the powerline looking for an old friend of mine.
We smoke a pack, then walk home.
I'd never felt so alone.
I am honoured to be honest.
I am honestly exhausted.
Syncing up to figure out what it is that we had talked about.
No, we don't feel the same.
Are you still working hard enough to impress the boys that said that you were not tough enough?
So be strong and thoughtful and look out for your daughter. Try not to stray from the narrow and straight.
Underneath the powerline looking for an old friend of mine. She smoked a pack, then walked home.
She'd never felt so alone.
I am honoured to be honest.
I am honestly exhausted.
Syncing up to figure out what it is that we had talked about. No, we don't feel the same.
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Writer: Phillip Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING

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