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Gaumont State Cinema
At the High Road end of Willesden Lane I'm not the best with directions I took your hand in my hand And we'd hotfoot to the confectionary When nine to five means eight to six The State Cinema means everything A thousand miles from the Kings Road crowds The boutiques on Portobello Road
In the double daylight saving time Amid wood-effect linoleum I'd watch the white dot on the television Slowly disappear In the web of indoor washing lines In love around a single coal fire A thousand miles from the Kings Road crowds The boutiques on Portobello Road Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I'll capture the furtive looks we'd share Scraping the frost from the living room wallpaper So when nostalgic eyes romanticise, I can stick to my lines I'll describe how the lights fell on your face Write down the Woolworth's flavoured lipstick taste So when nostalgic eyes romanticise, I can stick to my lines
I'll capture the way the frozen milk Pushed up the silver tops from the bottle necks So when nostalgic eyes romanticise, I can stick to my lines I'll write down each stolen summer kiss Describe all our falling outs and the making-ups So when nostalgic eyes romanticise, I can stick to my lines
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