Ghostpoet - Cold Win | Текст песни

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So a crunching bird flu signals another day
Boss thinks I'm stubborn eh, but I wish he would button it
New kicks, loving it, took me like two months
Got big things from cold feet, one squashed like butternut
Outside the double dutch kiddies wait for chicken fixin'
I hate the lunch run, six months I'm out of here
Saving up the pennies cause the city's too gritty
And cooking french fries ain't pretty

Can someone show me the way?
I don't know this place
I rose awake in a dream
I need to go back before the sun goes down on my heart
Before the sun goes down on my heart

All my clothes smell of grease and I ain't on holiday
I break my back all week for crumbs and abuse
And I swear what's the use?
Quick sip of Lucozade to pep up the bones and amp up Ramones
And volume maximum, I'm feeling like Maximus
You know in that film? Film4 Tuesdays
And highlight of the wicked week
Complain til Tom Bleak will summon navy blue
I don't know you

Can someone show me the way?
I don't know this place
I rose awake in a dream
I need to go back before the sun goes down on my heart
Before the sun goes down on my heart
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