Baths - Abscond lyrics

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Baths - Abscond lyrics

[Verse 1] If I scale the castle wall, will that do? Win your affection if I fall, call truce We boys like bells, like gongs that put the town into a song [Refrain] Get used to the wrongs I’m gonna do for you Get used to the wrong I’m gonna do to you when you ask [Verse 2] Your move Won’t you come down from your chambers and speak? Nightgown and candle down the staircase to me We boys like birds, our tongues and words the guards have never heard [Refrain] Get used to the wrongs I’m gonna do for you Get used to the wrong I’m gonna do to you when you ask [Chorus 1] Horseback in the middle of the night I know a route out we could be far enough by daylight Pack quickly, be discreet beneath the night sky Sweet veil of our relief, we’re gone You’re the ire of your father but the other half of me [Verse 3] Would I define young love in a rhyme, would that suit? We could abscond, be gone, on our way We boys like bells, like gongs that put the town into a song [Refrain] Get used to the wrongs I’m gonna do for you Get used to the wrong I’m gonna do to you when you ask [Verse 2] Your move Won’t you come down from your chambers and speak? Nightgown and candle down the staircase to me We boys like birds, our tongues, and words, the guards have never heard [Refrain] Get used to the wrongs I’m gonna do for you Get used to the wrong I’m gonna do to you when you ask [Interlude] Do you have everything? [Chorus 2] Horseback in the middle of the night I know a route out, we could be far enough by daylight Pack quickly, be discreet beneath the night sky Sweet will of our relief, we’re gone You’re the ire of your father but the other half of me Horseback in the middle of the night You’re the ire of your father but the other half of me I know a route out, we could be far enough by daylight You’re the ire of your father but the other half of me Pack quickly, be discreet beneath the night sky You’re the ire of your father but the other half of me Sweet will of our relief, we’re gone, gone, gone You’re the ire of your father but the other half of me

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