've got a million things to I still love the light on baby I still love the light on baby I still love the light on baby I still love the light on baby
've got a million things to I still love the light on, baby I still love the light on, baby I still love the light on, baby I still love the light on
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I've got a million things to I still love the light on baby I still love the light on baby I still love the light on baby I still love the light on baby
I swear to God, I heard the Earth inhale, moments before it spat its rain down on me. I swear to God, in this light and on this evening, London's become
I don't wanna be ignored, oh God When I'm a gun in a fist fight You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat Your blood drool attracts the flies I give
Ain't it just like the old days? Wait and see how the hand plays Living out our second-hand cliches Ain't it just like the old days? You are what you
Make our escape, you're my own Papillon The world turns too fast Feel love before it's gone It kicks like a sleep twitch My Papillon, feel love when
I swear to God I heard the earth inhale Moments before It spat its rain down on me I swear to God In this light and on this evening London's become The
Eyes permeate my skin An alcoholic din fills the room we're in Girl I think it's time we leave Like a thief on Christmas Eve Take and you shall receive
face by the count of three An unwanted sun pulls rank in the sky The boxer isn't finished, he's not ready to die I'm attracted to the light, I'm attracted
You don't know love like you used to You don't feel love like you did before You ran with the dead today With the moles from the CIA They see more than
A winter wind blows in from the north Scratches your spine, cold like the forth But you're a long way from home Through the dark we tiptoe The hospital
No one understands The way you found your God There's a bullet in your hands Give a dog a bone He'll lead for the day But teach him how to kill, then
