Lowswimmer

If I could just spill my mind
 With or without
 I'm waving myself goodbye
 You're swimming round
 You can't get out
 The sides have upped to London now
 Like everyone that you know
 You're treading on
 The last to go
 Stuck on the words
 "I need to sort my life out"
 And I hate that I've tamed my kindness
 How fickle the mind is, ooo
 I'm feeling lady-like
 I've had enough of all the yups
 Going on about their stuff
 They're all in love, at restaurants
 Aubergine and apricot
 But sometimes I'm maybe
 Afraid that there's no feeling like it
 Afraid that there's nothing else
 And maybe I'm wrong after all
 I'll peddle on to forty-one
 The Hambledon's my Avalon
 Cardigans, the Guardian
 I wasn't born a partisan
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 The cousin in me of someone
 The moment your mum was my mum
 Lowswimmer
 Lowswimmer
 Lowswimmer
 Lowswimmer
 You're feeling those feelings
 Goddammit let me feel some more