Purple Disco Machine, Anabel Englund — London Headache
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Pullin’ me out of the windowsill
Sayin’ don’t be dangerous
Trying to save my life again
Oh, get away
If you don’t move then I got to go
The sun is setting
In London on summer break
I grabbed the bottle
Savin’ myself from another headache
I was so twisted, I was so twisted
I hope you know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
I hope I know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
I hope you know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
I hope I know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow…
Turnin’ me round on your finger
Last night we went there (oh, we went there)
Took the train to another city
Just getting fucked up (getting fucked up)
And making love in the bathroom stall
I’m feelin’ different (feelin’ different)
Couldn’t even miss you for a second
You had me twisted, you had me twisted
You had me twisted, you had me twisted
(You had me twisted, you had me twisted
Getting fucked up)
I hope you know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
I hope I know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
You know…
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
I hope I know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
(Coming back around, coming back around)
(Oh we went there, getting fucked up)
(Feelin’ different)
Made a conscious effort to be there
It was a time for you and I — I swear
Love coming fast all in my face
And all we knew was syncopate
(Feelin’ different)
(Getting fucked, oh we went there…)
I hope you know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
I hope I know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
(I hope) you know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
I hope I know
Nothing is permanent now
It all goes away somehow
Always coming back around
(Coming back around, coming back around
Coming back around…)