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Emptily Through Holloway - The Clientele (Lyrics)

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I don't own any rights to whatever the hell i don't own rights to. Lyrics: cancel the car to number ten such a thick fog rolling in I played my cards on unreal glass I left the party next to last Friday night to Sunday morning I go on I don't know if I am really here at all Monday down to Friday night I work all day move emptily so emptily through Holloway forget my face I won't be back I hear your friends have turned their backs when summer comes where Rose Street winds the longing makes you close you eyes it's unreal so unreal to walk along these streets it's unreal so unreal to close your eyes and breathe when I left you at the Coronet this morning you said that your happiness was gone but the hum of voices somehow brings me back here though there's no happiness and there's no love mid-afternoon Lincoln's Inn terraces though crying wind before the night I disappear what else can I do round here?

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Emptily Through Holloway - The Clientele (Lyrics)

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