Heavy Jacket

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You’re on the coattails
Of a keen old bastard
You want to go slowly
He needs to go faster

Growing shoulders
From holding doors
Teach you every single thing you know
And now you’re starting wars

This is not your home anymore
Reaping what you sow Mon amour
This is not your home anymore

This is not your home anymore
Reaping what you sow Mon amour
This is not your home anymore

Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
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Heavy Jacket
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I think I’ll swerve
Your narrative curve
If that is quite alright with you
Cause you might have hit a nerve

And here come the silver spoons
On the silver screen
Where’s our next Caroline Aherne?
The best we’ve ever seen

This is not your home anymore
Reaping what you sow Mon amour
This is not your home anymore

This is not your home anymore
Reaping what you sow Mon amour
This is not your home anymore

Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Come on

Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Come on

Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Come on

Heavy Jacket
Come on

Heavy Jacket

Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Come on

Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
Heavy Jacket
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Fake creative
Fake crusader
Boring, plastic, bubble gum
Holistic imitator

Don’t get me started
On the lifestyle engineers
Wake up one day with Van Gough’s hands
But nothin between the ear

This is not your home anymore
Reaping what you sow Mon amour
This is not your home anymore

This is not your home anymore
Reaping what you sow Mon amour
This is not your home anymore