Choir

                                                                                          Malcom Middelton: luna escocesa.

Para qué quieres ir a un altar si tienes ante ti el mejor coro. Tus ojos de vidrieras me hacen pensar que hay colores que nunca tienen que cambiar.

Javier Mateos

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There’s a choir behind me

Egging me on

Placing their bets and hoping I’ll do no wrong

I’ll do no wrong

There’s a guy inside me

Biding his time

Standing in line and waiting for me to fall

For me to fall

Self-preservation threatens us all

Health deterioration comes to us all

There’s a fag beside me

Waiting to be lit

Trying to trick me

And make me forget I’ve quit

I forget I’ve quit

I take a risk everyday when I get up

Do I try harder?

Or continue to fuck up

Fuck up

There's a bear in my bed

Wanting to be loved

Eyes like marbles

All he needs is a hug

My beginner’s luck is wearing thin

I’ll need to rely on skill if I'm going to win

I’m going to win.

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