The Pleasure in Pleather - Ghostpoet: текст песни id 46636277
Elevate, a vision of you, a vision of me Nobody cares whp you’ve got to be Elevate
Elevate, a vision of you, a vision of me Nobody cares, these days, my dear, who you’ve got to be Elevate, elevate
The hour is late, the spirits are high
I drink and mumble on, getting involved
By the skin of my teeth, la la la la la la la la
I want to be loved, feel part of the team
More drink, head spins, hand gripping the bar
I think I’m out of control la la la la la la la la We’ve all had enough, seems increasingly tough
No joking mate, I’m seemingly a pay cheque away from losing it all
out the flat la la la la la la la la Left shaking my head, I’m leaving to bed
It’s basically just a great big waste of time
And that clock just tick tick ticks on Going out of my mind like la la la la la la la la
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