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Coping
04:00
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I’ve been rolling around
With my head above the clouds
I get up but I fall back down
I don’t know if I’ll be right this round
Should I roll here or just bounce?
Or will I see you out in town?
Performance urethane makes the best sound
I’ll find a hill and burn it down
Tearing skin, I’m old and broken
But I’m still on coping
I’m tearing my skin, breaking my bones
But I’m still on coping
I’m at the top I take the drop and it’s a long way down
I hit the coping and I’m hoping that I won’t fall down
I’ll walk the plank, I’ll bet the bank it’s a long way down
I know what’s coming, it’s gonna hurt when I hit the ground
It’s coming back around
Been a while since I’ve heard that sound
I got high, and now I’m coming down
It’d be nice to see your face around
Should I roll here or just bounce?
Or will I see you out in town?
Performance urethane makes the best sound
We’ll find a hill and we’ll burn it down
Tearing skin, breaking bones feeling coping
You can break my bones and all of my toes
But I’ll still get on coping
I’m at the top I take the drop and it’s a long way down
I hit the coping and I’m hoping that I won’t fall down
I’ll walk the plank I’ll bet the bank it’s a long way down
I know what’s coming, so bring it on let me hit the ground
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Paris
03:13
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I'm going to Paris for a holiday
Gonna spend a few days there, on my way to LA
And if I'm lucky, I'll meet a French model
We'll be sitting by the Seine, drinking straight from the bottle
I'm going to Paris (he's going to Paris)
Won't you come with me (won't you go with him)
I'm gonna smoke inside a bougie cafe
And take a walk down the Champs-Elysees
And then I'll go up to the Lourve
Maybe see a show at the Moulin Rouge
I'm going to Paris (he's going to Paris)
Won't you come with me (won't you go with him)
I'm going to Paris (he's going to Paris)
Baby, just say oui
Je vais manger beaucoup de pain
Je vais boire beaucoup de vin
Je vais manger beaucoup de fromage
Je vais boire beaucoup de vin rouge
I'm going to Paris (he's going to Paris)
Won't you come with me (go on, go with him)
I'm going to Paris (he's going to Paris)
Baby, just say oui
Paris (x14)
Un, deux, trois, quatre, oui
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LAYMAN Sydney, Australia
LAYMAN is Cam, Sam, and Brock, stretched between Sydney's Inner West and the Blue Mountains. They're massaging their low-fi
garage sound in between sipping on cold instant coffee, eating a cheap sausage roll, reading a novel you've started started 3 times already, stumbling home, and sinking that last sip of beer before the glassy takes it away.
The band was formed on stolen Gadigal land.
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