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    "Finisterre" Lyrics

    Saint Etienne

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    Genre:Alternative
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    Natwest, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds.
    Use a bank? I'd rather die.

    I loved to draw when I was a little girl
    It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be
    Sometimes I walk home through a network of car parks
    Just because i can
    I love the feeling of being slightly lost
    To find new spaces, new routes, new areas
    I love the lack of logic
    I love the feeling of being slightly lost

    I belive that music in the long run can straighten out most things
    There are too many bands that act lame
    Sound tame
    I believe In Electrelane
    Over here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean
    The beard and lipstick scene
    So look beyond Big brother, gossip culture,
    So bored of stupidity
    The myth of common sense
    I believe in Donovan over Dylan
    In love over cynicism
    Oh, ??????????

    Finisterre, to tear it down and start again (x3)
    Think about the love back in Finisterre

    Five miles north is a town
    Of silver birches
    Twenty-seven chuches
    A look of horror if you drop a H
    Around here it's hoods up and heads down
    Got it the wrong way around
    When things get turned around
    I slow down
    Dream about the notion of the perfect city
    Imagine the 19th century never happened
    Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus
    Dreams never end
    This house believes in skyscrapers

    Chorus (x5):
    Finisterre, to tear it down and start again
    Think about the love back in Finisterre

    I want to know the whole of the city with you

    You see McGee was into deals, Barrett was into moves.
    This song was submitted on October 5th, 2012 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Bob Stanley, Peter Stewart Wiggs, Jane Cracknell Sarah.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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