Cleopatra In Brooklyn Lyrics - Mittens - Frank Turner

Wake up every morning and feel out of place 

Put on your face 

Once more with resignation 

The world won't appreciate greatness today 

But there's bills to be paid 

So you stumble to the station 

You're wearing your most imperceptible frown 

These people are adjectives to your proper noun 

As you wander the streets of this phony old town 

It's wearing you down 

And yet there you are 

Like a dream in your favourite blue dress 

Your hair is a mess 

Nevertheless 

Cleopatra in Brooklyn 

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You casually shed poetry like your clothes 

In neat little rows 

On the floor of my hotel room 

You never wanted to be a princess 

You said you'd accept less 

Holding court holed-up in your bedroom 

And I'd say I was Antony begging at your door 

But I know that you'd laugh and just ask me what for 

And then just roll your eyes as I fell the floor 

To swear that I'm yours 

And yet there you are 

Like a dream in your favourite blue dress 

Your hair is a mess 

Nevertheless 

Cleopatra in Brooklyn 

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return 

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return 

Then retire to your palace on Smith Street as the old rope burns 

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And yet there you are 

Like a dream in your favourite blue dress 

Your hair is a mess 

Nevertheless 

Cleopatra in Brooklyn 

Yes there you are 

A glittering star 

You couldn't care less 

Who you impress 

You're my thrift store princess 

Cleopatra in Brooklyn 

I'll come find you when your fortunes fail you 

I'll die with you when the Gods dessert you 

I'll come find you when your fortunes fail you 

I'll die with you when the Gods dessert you