Mildenhall Lyrics - The Shins

At fifteen we had to leave the States again 

Dad was stationed at an RAF base they called Mildenhall 

Black moss on a busted wall 

The cobblestones made it hard to skate 

I thought my flattop was so new wave 

Until it melted away 

In the Suffolk rain 

Well god damn, you miss the USA 

Then a kid in class passed me a tape 

An invitation, not the hand of fate 

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I guess my shoes said I might relate 

Somehow she knew I'd like to stay up waiting with her in the cold 

For cheap beer and rock 'n roll 

Which in time put lots of things in my mind 

A kid in class passed me a tape 

We saw some bands down at the corn exchange 

I wonder where my sister was that night 

Back at home under the tanning bed lights 

I can still see the glow 

Strange rays from her window 

Each night, as I was skating home 

Started messing with my dad's guitar 

Taught me some chords just to start me off 

Whittling away on those rainy days 

And that's how we get to where we are now 

A kid in class passed me a tape 

A band called The Jesus and the Mary Chain 

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I started messing with my dad's guitar 

He taught me some chords just to start me off 

Whittling away on all of those rainy days 

And that's how we get to where we are now 

And that's how we get to where we are now