BROOKFIELD - Cloud 9 | Текст песни

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• BROOKFIELD
• Cloud 9

It's hard to put things into perspective,
When you're high up on cloud 9
You live an altered reality,
Miles away from your daily grind
You lost your sense of integrity,
In your white powder world
And how I long for your mind,
To return to that girl

Do I have to lay out all my cards?
And all my options for you darling
I'm getting awful scared and
somewhat dark
Of where I'll find you next out playing

Your skin is as pale as the snowflakes,
That slowly start to fall
And I don't wanna start to consider,
If I'll recognise you at all

Ooh, you were the image,
Now you'll take any price
Your heart can only beat when it's sedated,
When its trapped in your own vice

Do I have to lay out all my cards?
And all my options for you darling
I'm getting awful scared and
somewhat dark
Of where I'll find you next out playing

It's hard to put things into perspective,
When you're high up on cloud 9

Do I have to lay out all my cards?
And all my options for you darling
I'm getting awful scared and
somewhat dark
Of where I'll find you next out playing
Ooh, you were the image,
Now you'll take any price
Your heart can only beat when it's sedated,
When its trapped in your own vice

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