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Old Songs
by Tom Grennan
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Well, this is a story about a girl called Tina
Husband, two kids and never would you see her
Ooh ah, thing like this
She said it all started with a little kiss to the cheek
Till he went to the neck and by that time, they're on the next step to
A little every Saturday evening, by any judgment that's another girl cheatin'
Leavin' the family behind
Said she fell in love with the man on the side
But isn't it the man don't know
But isn't it the man don't know
Here we go then
Old songs, old songs
I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howlin' at the sea
Old songs, old songs
Memories of us from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkst, deeper now, so deep
Sea
Her five-year marriage just down the drain
And Tina only had herself to blame
For the antics and he was a downright romantic
The sex was fantastic
A few years and then the regret crept in
Tina sits back and oh she can sing this
Old songs, old songs
I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howlin' at the seas
Old songs, old songs
Memories of us from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkest, deeper now, so deep
Sea
See, George is a man who loved his white lightin'
Thunder roars and city lights shinin'
Over a man too drunk to understand
Oh, penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then
No penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then
Anyways, it was a daily routine
George to the pub and his wife off to clean
But what she didn't know is that her man's left broken
Pissed up the wall while his liver's left soaking
I ain't joking, she didn't have a clue
A habit to a problem, now what's she gonna do
Is it time now ? to change the path he leads
As he looks to the man in the scarf for an answer please
Done with the lies and oh, the drunken nights
Head in his hands as he ponders on his life
By his soldiers, familiar to him now
He sits back and all he can sing is
Old songs, old songs
I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howlin' at the seas
Old songs, old songs
Memories of us from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
Well, this is a story about a girl called Tina
Husband, two kids and never would you see her
Ooh ah, thing like this
She said it all started with a little kiss to the cheek
Till he went to the neck and by that time, they're on the next step to
A little every Saturday evening, by any judgment that's another girl cheatin'
Leavin' the family behind
Said she fell in love with the man on the side
But isn't it the man don't know
But isn't it the man don't know
Here we go then
Old songs, old songs
I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howlin' at the sea
Old songs, old songs
Memories of us from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkst, deeper now, so deep
Sea
Her five-year marriage just down the drain
And Tina only had herself to blame
For the antics and he was a downright romantic
The sex was fantastic
A few years and then the regret crept in
Tina sits back and oh she can sing this
Old songs, old songs
I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howlin' at the seas
Old songs, old songs
Memories of us from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkest, deeper now, so deep
Sea
See, George is a man who loved his white lightin'
Thunder roars and city lights shinin'
Over a man too drunk to understand
Oh, penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then
No penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then
Anyways, it was a daily routine
George to the pub and his wife off to clean
But what she didn't know is that her man's left broken
Pissed up the wall while his liver's left soaking
I ain't joking, she didn't have a clue
A habit to a problem, now what's she gonna do
Is it time now ? to change the path he leads
As he looks to the man in the scarf for an answer please
Done with the lies and oh, the drunken nights
Head in his hands as he ponders on his life
By his soldiers, familiar to him now
He sits back and all he can sing is
Old songs, old songs
I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howlin' at the seas
Old songs, old songs
Memories of us from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
