Ben Watt - Empty Bottles Lyrics
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Empty Bottles
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What Are The Lyrics For Empty Bottles By Ben Watt?
Crippled anger from a crippled brain
Crippled footsteps through a crippled train Bloody headwound leaves a bloody stain On a raincoat smelling from the rain It's the last train, it's the last train home It's the last train, it's the last train home Knees together handbag nicely perched Her dateline boyfriend left her in the lurch Through the window she keeps her constant stare Which is funny because there's nothing there It's the last train, it's the last train home It's the last train, it's the last train home The carriage lurches like the drunken man Swaying sideways through the wasteland While never flinching the wheels keep tight reign Like the girl, like the girl, staring through the pain It's the last train, it's the last train home It's the last train, it's the last train home But is that any comfort, is that any comfort? But is that any comfort, is that any comfort? |
Who Wrote Empty Bottles By Ben Watt?
Ben Watt
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What's The Duration Of The Empty Bottles By Ben Watt?The duration of Empty Bottles is 4:39 minutes and seconds. |
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