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Glass
03:41
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Run, run, get out, close your eyes hide.
Close, too close we react, a blushing cheek on mine.
I'm staring down at your lips, I feel your eyes on my hips.
In the cold of the night.
Look at me, hold me, want me, breathe for me.
She knows how to play.
Keeping her cards close to her chest,
The little red dress will make your heart beat.
Well. I can be the way. I can be the way.
Hold out the dying smile, lift the flame up for a while,
Hold out that dying smile for me, for me.
Run, run, get out, close your eyes hide.
Close, too close we react, a blushing cheek on mine.
I'm staring down at your lips, I feel your eyes on my hips.
In the cold of the night.
Look at me, hold me, want me, breathe for me.
Breathe for me. Breathe for me.
She knows how to play,
keeping her cards close to her chest,
The little red dress will make your heart beat.
Pure eyes like glass,
skin pale, frail, paper, porcelain.
A touch so fast,
Restart, repeat, respire, never sleep.
Take a second if you need to.
But don't hold on if you have to go.
Never sleep.
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The Floor
03:43
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We danced our way out through the sun,
Looked at ourselves what we've become,
Only dreams this can't be real.
We're drawing circles in the sand,
Stepping away hand in hand,
Our bodies shimmer from the heat.
Just one more chance at happiness.
We're caving in to our demands,
Grinding slowly coming down,
Whisper nonsense to the summer breeze.
Hey, you.
You make my heart skip a beat.
Hey, you.
Let's just move our feet,
Hey, you.
Let's put this song on repeat.
Broken sunlight through the clouds,
I hear you speak, your voice so loud,
Our bodies shimmer from the heat.
Sun kissed and dazed in the afternoon,
My head is lead, your cheeks bright red,
Shadows cast down from the moon.
Just one more chance at happiness.
We're running through these open doors,
Spending the night on dirty floors,
Holding out 'till we can take no more.
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4. |
Don't ask (Demo)
03:52
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Everything and nothing on show,
I'm sure you'll go.
Precious like gold,
Hair in my hands (to)
Hold me.
Dance in my head,
Sleeping pills and a messy bed.
The best time I could never live in was yours.
Don't ask what you don't want to know,
Don't touch my soul girl leave it alone,
Our bodies, slowly getting low.
Heart beat, repeat,
Sweat, breath and smoke.
Will I see you down town.
Sultry, fire guard down.
I look for danger in you.
I look for danger in you.
Smoulder,
Burn low.
Smoulder,
Burn low.
Dance in my head,
Sleeping pills and a messy bed.
The best time I could never live in was yours.
It could be us two, and we could be all alone.
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Yew Oxford, UK
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