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Tom Odell - Concrete

Concrete
Tom Odell
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Got me in my hotel room,
More pillows I could ever use,
I think they call it luxury,
But it doesn't make a difference to me.

‘Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete,
Just the two of us and no sheet,
Just your feet rubbing up against my

Staring at the picture on the wall,
Yeah, it's pretty clever but, it's got no soul,
Show me your masterpiece
And it wouldn't make difference to me.

‘Cause I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete,
Just the two of us and no sheet,
Just your feet rubbing up against my
Oh, rubbing up against my,
Oh, rubbing up against my,
Oh, rubbing up against my

I see all these aeroplane's
But I just wanna walk,
Baby, it's happening
But I just wanna talk,
So, baby, won't you come back?
Oh, I need something real!

I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete,
Just the two of us and no sheet,
Just your feet rubbing up against my
I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete,
Just the two of us and no sheet,
Just your feet rubbing up against my
Oh, rubbing up against my,
Oh, rubbing up against my,
Rubbing up against my,
Rubbing up against my.

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