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 it's shone.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, just don't put down your guns yet,
If there really was a God here,
He'd have raised a hand by now.
Now darling, you'll both get old and die here,
Well that's quite enough for me ,
We'll find our own way home somehow.
No sense of doubt, of what you can achieve.
Well I've found you out, I've seen the life you wish to lead.
And well it kicks like a sleep twitch!
You will choke, choke on the air you try to breathe.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, now just don't put down your guns yet,
If there really was a God here,
He'd have raised a hand by now.
Darling, you'll both get old and die here,
Well that's quite enough for me dear,
We'll find our own home somehow.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, just don't put down your guns yet,
If there really was a god here,
He'd have raised a hand by now.
Darling, well you are born, get old and die here,
Well that's quite enough for me, dear,
We'll find our own way home somehow.
Aaaaah [x4]
compositores: CHRISTOPHER URBANOWICZ, EDWARD LAY, RUSSELL LEETCH, THOMAS SMITH
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