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Frank Turner( Francis Edward Turner )
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Cleopatra In Brooklyn
Lyricist:Frank Turner Composer:Frank Turner
Wake up every morning and feel out of place You put on your face Once more with resignation The world won't appreciate greatness today But there's bills to be paid So you stumble to the station
You're wearing your most imperceptible frown These people are adjectives to your proper noun As you wander the streets of this phony old town It's wearing you down
And yet there you are Like a dream in your favourite blue dress Your hair is a mess, but nevertheless Cleopatra in Brooklyn
You casually shed poetry like your clothes In neat little rows On the floor of my hotel room You never wanted to be a princess Said you'd accept less Holding court holed-up in your bedroom
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'd say I was Antony begging at your door But I know that you'd laugh and just ask me what for Then you'd roll your eyes as I fell the floor To swear that I'm yours
And yet there you are Like a dream in your favourite blue dress Your hair is a mess, but nevertheless Cleopatra in Brooklyn
You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return (x3) Then retire to your palace on Smith Street as the old rope burns
And yet there you are Like a dream in your favourite blue dress Your hair is a mess, but nevertheless Cleopatra in Brooklyn
Yes there you are A glittering star You couldn't care less who you impress You're my thrift store princess Cleopatra in Brooklyn I'll come find you when your fortunes fail you I'll die with you when the gods desert you
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