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Commedia Video (MV)




Performed By: OTALA
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: Oscar Thorpe




OTALA - Commedia Lyrics
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I joined the race halfway through, spanning 15 thousand kilometres
Across the best dressed side of Western Europe
Silk and leather woven freshly to my skin
I'm not quite sure how the rich can breathe for so long
With logos tugging so tightly at their chests
And with calloused hands I'll fall through the palisades
And find myself at the finish line with a 59.39 second lead
The tannoy announces my name but there is no applause
Just the sound of worn out studs and incessant chatter
To mask any chance of self reflection
After such a good performance I'm deserving of a well cooked meal just like she used to make
The young these days are born with unrivalled passionate greed
They'd set their own mother on fire
For the money in her hot and marred purse
So I'll go home and devour what's left at the table
The one where we sat and you made hot coffee with my blood
It curdles as it touches the water
Oh it curdles
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I joined the race halfway through, spanning 15 thousand kilometres
Across the best dressed side of Western Europe
Silk and leather woven freshly to my skin
I'm not quite sure how the rich can breathe for so long
With logos tugging so tightly at their chests
And with calloused hands I'll fall through the palisades
And find myself at the finish line with a 59.39 second lead
The tannoy announces my name but there is no applause
Just the sound of worn out studs and incessant chatter
To mask any chance of self reflection
After such a good performance I'm deserving of a well cooked meal just like she used to make
The young these days are born with unrivalled passionate greed
They'd set their own mother on fire
For the money in her hot and marred purse
So I'll go home and devour what's left at the table
The one where we sat and you made hot coffee with my blood
It curdles as it touches the water
Oh it curdles
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Writer: Oscar Thorpe
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