Like a ticket out of here
She appeared and talked into my ear
She said come here
Said her name was Jennifer
Living down in Hampden with her mother
And her father
My legs were wobbly and my fingers
Reaching, to touch her hair
Red hair
At slouch in Glasgow on a Thursday morning
At half past two
Starting anew
I've lived before, but this is new
It seems true
The streets are dark, but shiny
Quiet
And with mystery to you
And if you count the broken hearts
I'm nowhere near
And if you're dreaming of the past
Then I'm right here'
What happens after we go
What happens to me, you don't know
What happens after the tide
What happens after all this time
La la la la I can tell
A thousand stories about hell
Oh well
All of the boys who got
F*ck all, but mingled with the lot
Short haired, and prepared
Stig Kolner - Slouch Lyrics
Stig Kolner - Slouch Lyrics
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Like a ticket out of here
She appeared and talked into my ear
She said come here
Said her name was Jennifer
Living down in Hampden with her mother
And her father
My legs were wobbly and my fingers
Reaching, to touch her hair
Red hair
At slouch in Glasgow on a Thursday morning
At half past two
Starting anew
I've lived before, but this is new
It seems true
The streets are dark, but shiny
Quiet
And with mystery to you
And if you count the broken hearts
I'm nowhere near
And if you're dreaming of the past
Then I'm right here'
What happens after we go
What happens to me, you don't know
What happens after the tide
What happens after all this time
La la la la I can tell
A thousand stories about hell
Oh well
All of the boys who got
F*ck all, but mingled with the lot
Short haired, and prepared
She appeared and talked into my ear
She said come here
Said her name was Jennifer
Living down in Hampden with her mother
And her father
My legs were wobbly and my fingers
Reaching, to touch her hair
Red hair
At slouch in Glasgow on a Thursday morning
At half past two
Starting anew
I've lived before, but this is new
It seems true
The streets are dark, but shiny
Quiet
And with mystery to you
And if you count the broken hearts
I'm nowhere near
And if you're dreaming of the past
Then I'm right here'
What happens after we go
What happens to me, you don't know
What happens after the tide
What happens after all this time
La la la la I can tell
A thousand stories about hell
Oh well
All of the boys who got
F*ck all, but mingled with the lot
Short haired, and prepared
Writer: Stig Kolner
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