A song about leaving behind the partying basically.
Written and performed by Ross Harding
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I really worked hard to craft "Leaving Bohemia"- particularly the chorus.
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Negotiating on the dance floor/ All the skinny love, the eyesore/ And the dead dead beats/ On their one way streets/ With the sex that sells/ You're your sole sole self/ With warehouse eyes/ That you just improvised/ And it's take, take, take/ Til the bottoms found/ I am leaving now/ I'm leaving Bohemia/ You know my kind/ Another libertine/ Who has seen the light/ Looking for a little better/ In your boots of Spanish leather/ And you look so good/ Then you pay in blood/ You were a big big fan/ Of those rock n roll bands/ who bravely gave their lives/ In exchange for dollar signs/ I'm leaving now/ Leaving Bohemia/ Past midnight guards/ It's kinda hard/ Being locked and barred/ I am leaving this Bohemia/ We don't all live forever/ As you realise/ As you lead your lives/ I'm leaving Bohemia x 4
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