The Crimea

The Crimea - Losing My Hair songtekst

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There's a swinger in the bar, over the kicked chair,

been hanging their since Tuesday, just don't mention Tuesday.

How d'you treat a stranger, how d'you keep her warm at night?

When all is said and done you know it's barely worth your while. 


Loosing, loosing my hair.

Loosing, loosing my hair. 


There's no two ways about it, this is the Grand Finale.

Peace talks in a cafe, just dont mention Tuesday.

Robbed of our sanity by that old chestnut vanity.

Lost in the lonely street you know it's barely worth your while. 


Loosing, loosing my hair.

Loosing, loosing my hair. 


Somewhere between the Zanzibar and the second coming;

We crossed the great divide with fortune on our side.

All through the night we drove by the ghosts of road accidents past,

women and children like half eaten apples on the roadside verge. 


Falling, falling, falling ever closer to

We're falling, falling, falling ever closer to

And we're falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling

We're falling, falling, falling ever closer to... 


And we're falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling

We're falling, falling, falling ever closer to...
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