Fontaines D.C. - Roman Holiday

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
CBaby, come on, get stoned, get stoned
EmGet inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
CGet along, get along, get alone, get alone, get
EmHeard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah
 
CBaby, come on, before the going gets gone
EmHeard you lied to the Major, won’t be long
CWell, I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star
EmWhen they knock for ya don’t forget who you are
C EmSkinty Fia…
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[Verse 2]
CBaby, come on, whose sid? are you on?
EmI don’t wanna see the queen
 
I already sing h?r song
CWhile they’re snuffing out hopes, and they’re blotting out suns
EmThey claim to know the form in which genius comes, yeah
 
CBaby, come on, get your high heels on
EmIt’s the body is cold, it’s the course is run
CWhat artless living all this soft pain thrills
EmWhat calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills!
C EmCan you feel it?…
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[Verse 3]
CBaby, come on, get stoned, get stoned
EmGet inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
CGet along, get along, get alone, get alone, get
EmWas it the weed or the moment that stoned ye?
 
CBaby, come on, get the hourglass on
EmI will dart into town, no, I won’t be long
CIf the talk’s getting cold, we’ll be chancing none
EmWell, you know what I’m saying, our day will come
CCan you feel it?
EmWon’t be long
C EmCan you feel it?…
 
[Outro]
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