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Stolen Goods

I took something that wasn’t mine
Took it for a given
It took me down the long low roads
When I thought I was heading for heaven

But yon gold is nought but pinchbeck
And yon lace none but St Audrey’s
And I’ll wash my innocent hands
And seek out some less tawdry

So no more, no more, no more
This is no meeting, no more
There is no half-way, no more
No never more, no more, no more

Here’s you
Here’s your accident
Here’s me
Here’s my ambulance
No never, no more
Here’s you
Here’s your wether skin
Here’s me
Here’s my lanolin
No never, no more

Well no more, no more, no more
This is no meeting, no more
There is no half-way, no more
No never more, no more, no more

And the opposite of love is not hate
The opposite of love is longing to be loved
Which sometimes looks a lot like a hate
Especially from a distance, in a poor light

They’ll take your gold,
take your gold,
take your gold,
And spend it on sweeties

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from If You See a Rook on its Own, it's a Crow, released June 5, 2020
Vocals - Elle Osborne
Guitar and bass - Alice Emerson
Harmony vocals - Alasdair Roberts
Drums - Alex Neilson
Piano - Jodie Saunders

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