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I thought that I was hungry for love
Maybe I was just hungry for blood

Sea foam woman on the shore
Your prairie ghost, I'm a cottage whore
All the mermaids have sharp teeth
Razorblades all in your feet

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England is only ever grey or green
The girls glitter, striding glorious and coatless in the rain
I remember falling through these streets
Somewhat out of place, if not for the drunkenness
It makes my chest hurt to think of it
Not of regret, but of missing that

Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion

It was not all pain and pavements slick with rain
And shining under lights from shitty clubs and doing shitty drugs
And hugging girls that smelt like Britney Spears and coconuts

And with your mermaid hair and your teeth so sharp
You crawled from the sea to break that sailor's heart
You only get one night upon the shore
So dance like you've never danced before
And the dance floor is filling up with blood
But oh, Lord, you've never been so in love

Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion

And the mermaids, they come once a year
They climb the struts of Brighton Pier
They come to drink, they come to dance
To sacrifice a human heart
And the world is so much wilder than you think
You haven't seen nothing 'til you've seen an English girl drink

Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion
Cheerful oblivion

Writer(s): Florence Leontine Mary Welch, David Algernon Bayley

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