The Cribs - Glitters Like Gold Lyrics
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Glitters Like Gold
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What Are The Lyrics For Glitters Like Gold By The Cribs?
It's so strange seeming
Like a friend's mother's perfume That you can be what you want Anointed genius, poets, good fucks Yeah you can be what you want Anyway Getting the feeling, spent all my splendour long ago And though I rarely see it Your other side glitters like gold. It never shows that my Mind will always fight me With both sides claiming victory Kiss my stiff upper lip and forever release me Vanity dance around me Whatever you think about me I'm the whale beneath the ship Who would ever believe me? Should I say something? It seems they'd like me better If I just sing nonsense Anyway Never written honest, though sometimes I think I should But to share these feelings Would only hurt the ones I love They know enough that my Mind will always fight me With both sides claiming victory Kiss my stiff upper lip and forever release me Vanity dance around me Whatever you think about me I'm the whale beneath the ship Who would ever believe me? I guess I got what you wanted A naive streak that I won't shake Keeps me cold My mind will always fight me With both sides claiming victory Kiss my stiff upper lip and forever release me Vanity dance around me Whatever you think about me I'm not half the kid I used to be Who would ever believe me? |
Who Wrote Glitters Like Gold By The Cribs?
Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman
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