The Courteeners

The Courteeners - Finest Hour songtekst

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If I gave you my finest hour
Would you stick around?
Cause I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes
To the girls who just leave town

One got married and one had kids
One out-priced me in West Dids
And when I see her I try and make amends
She put her foot down in her fella's Benz

You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
It's a fact

One did one to Echo Park
With an old pen-pal whose now an oligarch
She sent my boxes one by one
I'll Fed-Ex his Xmases at once

And as I unpacked the Eric shirt
And The National prints from the last concert
I thought I'll probably never see that girl again

You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
It's a fact

You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
It's a fact
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Publisher: Ignition Records Ltd.

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Uitgegeven in: 2016

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Mapping The Rendezvous (2016)

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