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Los Angeles
02:54
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Me, I like driving, down through the canyon
You dream at home of a place of our own
Not some rental or beachside apartment
A house on the hill with no mortgage or loan
Who says love don’t grow on trees
You and me Los Angeles
We got it all but nothing’s for free
You and me Los Angeles
We got these jobs out in the valley
Taking it easy, keeping it real
Waiting on tables you’re looking so pretty
Make more in tips than you do for the meal
Who says love don’t grow on trees
You and me Los Angeles
We got it all but nothing’s for free
You and me Los Angeles
Sweet like honey, the fruit on the trees
Sweet like honey, that’s Los Angeles
City of Angels, hey that’s you and me
Yeah that’s you and me
Out in Los Angeles
Who says love don’t grow on trees
You and me Los Angeles
Lying back in the summer breeze
You and me Los Angeles
Who says love don’t grow on trees
You and me Los Angeles
We got it all but nothing’s for free
You and me Los Angeles
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Walls of Angouleme
04:50
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Staring down the barrel of another day I sold
You line up empty promises and paint them faded gold
White is the colour of the flag I raise to heaven
But God is blind, and you just won’t be told
Your god is blind, but you just won’t be told
And don’t your angels love you twice as much as I do
Don’t their empty eyes just set you free
Shed your skin beneath the shelter of their feathers
Shed your skin, run with me
On the walls of Angouleme
I saw a picture of myself
I was only skin and bone
Thought that I was someone else
On the walls of Angouleme
I saw the cracks begin to form
I was looking for some peace
I was blown before the storm
Up there on those walls
Or down here on my knees
All your angels railing at me
Up there on those walls
Down on my knees
Just one smile is all I need
These empty rooms, just like the chambers of a heart
Those ghosts and shadows that were with you from the start
You love the money honey I know you love the clothes
Where we’re going no-one knows
Where we’re heading neither of us know
but I will stand for you
Til the day you break on through
And all your blinded gods are made to see
Riding out, on a rainy morning
Days like these, just you and me
On the walls of Angouleme
I saw a picture of myself
I was only skin and bone
Thought that I was someone else
On the walls of Angouleme
I saw the cracks begin to show
I was looking for some peace
It was the last thing I would know
Up there on those walls
Or down on my knees
All your angels railing at me
Up there on those walls
Down on my knees
Just one smile is all I need
The lady of the lake
she wants a bigger slice of cake
and all the swords she gave me broke upon the wall
My priestess of sorrow
Counting all your lost tomorrows
Wake up I can hear the morning call
On the walls of Angouleme
I saw a picture of myself
I was only skin and bone
Thought that I was someone else
On the walls of Angouleme
I saw those cracks begin to form
I was looking for some peace
I was blown before the storm
Up there on those walls
Down on my knees
All your angels railing at me
Up on those walls
Down on my knees
Just one smile is all I need
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Simon Coverdale England, UK
Simon is a Devon based Singer Songwriter, formerly of the West Midlands.
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