Fontaines D.C. - Roman Holiday

                [Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Baby, come on, get stoned, get stoned
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Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
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Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, get
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Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah
 
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Baby, come on, before the going gets gone
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Heard you lied to the Major, won’t be long
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Well, I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star
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When they knock for ya don’t forget who you are
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Skinty Fia…
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[Verse 2]
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Baby, come on, whose sid? are you on?
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I don’t wanna see the queen

I already sing h?r song
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While they’re snuffing out hopes, and they’re blotting out suns
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They claim to know the form in which genius comes, yeah

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Baby, come on, get your high heels on
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It’s the body is cold, it’s the course is run
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What artless living all this soft pain thrills
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What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills!
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Can you feel it?…
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[Verse 3]
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Baby, come on, get stoned, get stoned
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Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
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Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, get
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Was it the weed or the moment that stoned ye?

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Baby, come on, get the hourglass on
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I will dart into town, no, I won’t be long
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If the talk’s getting cold, we’ll be chancing none
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Well, you know what I’m saying, our day will come
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Can you feel it?
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Won’t be long
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Can you feel it?…

[Outro]
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