Gults Music - Butterflies (a tribute to David Bowie) | Текст песни

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Let me see you dance
In your narrow pants
Let me hear you sing
Something, anything

I saw the angels let men down for the worse, oh no
Way to pay me back, taking for the ride back home

I know they say to play it hard
Selling butterflies in a can
What do I know for sure
Is that your love won't let me down, oh-hoah

It's way too sad, in a way

In the middle of nowhere
Walking down the line
If I would ask you, "remind me of good old days",
What would you remind me?

Oh, we, self-investigators,
Playing parts and silly papers
Are we really there

Thrash food fast-made mashed potatoes
TV shows us aligators,
And sometimes we care

Fairly gaze up steel skyscrapers
Folks inside use elevetors
Or go down the other way

Living such ambitious gamblers
Sometimes feel completely helpless
Oh we wouldn't dare

Not me

Not today

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