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16. Oskar Cyms - Dom
The Rills - Spit Me Out
Spit Me Out
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From the floor you could see two pairs of Converse
Walking the street to street
I look down, look at my feet, two feet
They're worn out, white tip on beat to beat
But there's hope in them
There's nothing in my way
You're sat where you were sat yesterday
As I pretend to know what to say
Saw you picking at your jumper's sleeve
At your jumper's sleeve
If you're not ready
Put the hair clips down
If you're not ready
Go and spit me out
Spit me out
Sweet as the smell of June
Your perfume, outside the toilet cubicle
This bench wasn't built for two
But it's good enough
Feeling a hand astray
You push and pull me another way
Your hair pulled up in a ponytail
Always chewing at your chewing gum
At your chewing gum
From the floor you could see two pairs of Converse
If you're not ready
Put the hair clips down
If you're not ready
Go and spit me out
Spit me out
If you're not ready
Put the hair clips down
If you're not ready
Go and spit me out
Spit me out
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Go, go, go, go
Go chewing me up
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Go, go, go, go
Go chewing me up
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Go, go, go, go
Go chewing me up
Oh no
If you're not ready
Put the hair clips down
If you're not ready
Go and spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Walking the street to street
I look down, look at my feet, two feet
They're worn out, white tip on beat to beat
But there's hope in them
There's nothing in my way
You're sat where you were sat yesterday
As I pretend to know what to say
Saw you picking at your jumper's sleeve
At your jumper's sleeve
If you're not ready
Put the hair clips down
If you're not ready
Go and spit me out
Spit me out
Sweet as the smell of June
Your perfume, outside the toilet cubicle
This bench wasn't built for two
But it's good enough
Feeling a hand astray
You push and pull me another way
Your hair pulled up in a ponytail
Always chewing at your chewing gum
At your chewing gum
From the floor you could see two pairs of Converse
If you're not ready
Put the hair clips down
If you're not ready
Go and spit me out
Spit me out
If you're not ready
Put the hair clips down
If you're not ready
Go and spit me out
Spit me out
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Go, go, go, go
Go chewing me up
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Go, go, go, go
Go chewing me up
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Go, go, go, go
Go chewing me up
Oh no
If you're not ready
Put the hair clips down
If you're not ready
Go and spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
Spit me out
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