lyrics
hate outside the veins
voice so loud
you're gonna never feel like this again
but love relations wins the test
and now I sing to him
There's a little young lady, crying, but no one helps her out.
An old man drinking, tormented by his problems, in the corner of his mind.
No rest is need, pills and coffees.
Parking's stress without a kind scream.
Waitress looked with dirty eyes, no.
Need the money for the sleep.
Drinking places here to arrange, clothing pieces to pretend.
Neon lights like a déjà-vu at the end of the avenue.
You can fix your mind if it's broke,you can hear the universe.
Let your high fly with pride down the boulevard.
Young men having a day-off, smoking, shorting their lives.
Art don't need money, they say that, but the police cars with dogs inside.
Pavement full of empty cans.
Treetops hide precious life.
Shining cars with no one inside.
Subway stores are always bright.
Workout is need, pills and spliffs.
Dancing poles here to strip.
Whiskey right to the tongue.
Need the bills, now I can run.
Drinking places here to arrange, clothing pieces to pretend.
Neon lights like a déjà-vu at the end of the avenue.
You can fix your mind if it's broke,you can hear the universe.
Let your high fly with pride down the boulevard.
But when you stay for so long
Lights indeed, not enough.
Love it first, drink it fast, fill your veins, hate it then.
Love it first, drink it fast, fill your veins, hate it then.
Drinking places here to arrange, clothing pieces to pretend.
Neon lights like a déjà-vu at the end of the avenue.
You can fix your mind if it's broke,you can hear the universe.
Let your high fly with pride down the boulevard.
You can fix your mind if it's broke,you can hear the universe.
Let your high fly with pride down the boulevard.
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from
Tropico,
released December 8, 2017
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