The blinds here are so sharp and they cut,
The light from the primitive sun
You know i really wanted her
Society thinks so highly of
And so tell her i've wanted it done
Before i lost the sight of her
My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the pharaoh is woken,
My hands, i feel like i've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work
You finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always works
I saw someone who looked like you on
The platform up on that station
But from a younger era
The lights in the bellhouse were still on
We all need somebody to love
Beauty clothed the naked
My man, he quietly closes the door
Now the farrow is woken
My hands, i feel like i've been here before
She has already spoken
Anyway
There's no reason to get hurt
You don't need to sell your shirt
To do the devil's work.
You finally found your place
You know it always works
You know it always works
You finally found your place
compositores: ANDREW WYATT BLAKEMORE, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
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