I walked through the streets
For I could not sleep
Though I dreamed of another life
You stayed in bed
Whilst I dealt with my head
Which I threw into the sea.
My throat is a little bit sore
And my eyes a worrying red
But I am a stubborn old fool
And I will not go to bed
Whisky and chips remind me of dad
Friday nights we had
I strolled through the dawn
And I never returned
And you remained in our bed
My throat is a little bit sore
And my eyes a worrying red
But I am a stubborn old fool
And I will not go to bed
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I walked through the streets
For I could not sleep
Though I dreamed of another life
You stayed in bed
Whilst I dealt with my head
Which I threw into the sea.
My throat is a little bit sore
And my eyes a worrying red
But I am a stubborn old fool
And I will not go to bed
Whisky and chips remind me of dad
Friday nights we had
I strolled through the dawn
And I never returned
And you remained in our bed
My throat is a little bit sore
And my eyes a worrying red
But I am a stubborn old fool
And I will not go to bed
For I could not sleep
Though I dreamed of another life
You stayed in bed
Whilst I dealt with my head
Which I threw into the sea.
My throat is a little bit sore
And my eyes a worrying red
But I am a stubborn old fool
And I will not go to bed
Whisky and chips remind me of dad
Friday nights we had
I strolled through the dawn
And I never returned
And you remained in our bed
My throat is a little bit sore
And my eyes a worrying red
But I am a stubborn old fool
And I will not go to bed
Writer: Blake Robson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music