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Concrete

Tom Odell

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Got me in my hotel room

More pillows I could ever use

I think they call it luxuryBut it doesn′t make a difference to me

'Cause I 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 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

I see all these aeroplanes

But 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 sleep on a bed that′s made of concrete

Just the two of us and no sheets

Your feet rubbing up against my

I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete

Just the two of us and no sheet

Just your feet rubbing up against my

Rubbing up against my

Oh rubbing up against my

Oh rubbing up against my

Rubbing up against my