St. Petersburg

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Supergrass


St. Petersburg



Before the time of the morning sandman
I can find my way around
Soon be here at the borderline I guess
Armageddon coming down


And here lies a pretty state again
It's time to make a move on
Cos in three days I'll be out of here and it's
Not a day too soon


Firelight, the light of love, burns
Turns to ashes in your hand
So to bed by the morning light I guess
I'm awake and understand


Set sail for St. Petersburg
Making use of my time
Cos in three days I'll be out of here and it's
Not a day too soon


Head out to a better life I can
Get a job, settle down
I'm full of love, of a full of feeling
I can't stand the here and now


Leave town for pity's sake you know
It's time to make a move on
Cos in three days I'll be out of here and it's
Not a day too soon
Yeah, three days I'll be out of here and it's
Not a day too soon