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Fake Tales Of San Francisco (Letra)

Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom

There’s a super cool band, yeah
With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets
Practicing their lines

I don’t want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear you
I don’t want to hear your

Fake tales of San Fransisco
Echo through the air
And there’s a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren’t there

And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl’s telephone beeps
Yeah, she’s dashing for the exit
And she’s running to the streets outside

Oh, you’ve saved me!
She screams down the line
The band are fucking wank
And I’m not having a nice time

I don’t want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)
Yeah, but his bird thinks it’s amazing, though
So all that’s left
Is the proof that love’s not only
Blind but deaf

He talks of San Francisco, he’s from Hunter’s Bar
I don’t quite know the distance, but I’m sure that’s far
Yeah, I’m sure that’s pretty far

And yeah, I’d love to tell you all my problem
You’re not from New York City, you’re from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Yeah

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