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Wattsville Blues

By: Manic Street Preachers
Album: Know Your Enemy
Country: *****
Kind of music: *****
Ranking: 145071 ↓-541

Manic Street Preachers » Wattsville Blues

Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore


I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby

Time is going on
Time is leaving me
I got the wattsville blues
I got the wattsville blues now baby

But i still love the smile on your face
But i still love the sense of this place
I'm so happy i know i can never leave
Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds

I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose

Time is going on
And time is killing me
I got the wattsville blues
I got the wattsville blues now baby

But i still love the smile on your face
But i still love the everything about this place
I'm so happy i know i can never leave
There's a part of me that will never leave

But i still love
But i still love

But i still love the smile on your face
But i still love the everything about this place
I'm so happy i know i can never leave
Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds

I got the wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby
I got the wattsville blues now baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wattsville blues
Wattsville blues

Don't want no friends
Don't want no friends
Don't want no
Don't want no
Don't want no friends
Don't want useless fuckers knocking at my door
Poxy fucking assholes following me
Don't you understand that i fucking despise
Every single living organism?

I'm dead


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Manic Street Preachers » In the album

Royal Correspondent
Ocean Spray
Baby Elian
My Guernica
The Convalescent
Dead Martyrs
Found That Soul
Let Robeson Sing
Epicentre
His Last Painting
Wattsville Blues
So Why So Sad
Intravenous Agnostic
The Year Of Purification
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