Spit Syndicate - Exile | Текст песни

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Verse One – NL
She said I gotta get away from it,
Dreams of an escape from it,
Won't let this city get another day from her,
Takes solace in the cloak of night, like grave robbers,
Scanning each face like an enemy of the state,
Watches the world around her in a steady decline
Detached from it all, yet her mind is heavy.
Cartographers couldn't sketch the lines,
Of the place she's going, nah, they'll never find her,
Death styles of the young and the beautiful,
Nightclub cubicles, Cocaine cuticles,
But the glitter don't soothe her soul,
She feels lost like Rufio, Waiting on her cue to go,
She might've found it,
Plays it loud until it drowns it,
Out, and the neighbours come around,
This is something that you should know,
Projectiles for the dutiful, Exile: soon she'll go.

Verse Two – JB
He said I gotta break free from this head of mine,
To where the stars and the road up ahead align,
Food's good, weather's fine, there's no time like the present right,
And despite the many times he tried to pay it the never mind,
He's wearing thin like the set of tyres under him,
Stop signs he pass shine bright like his petrol light,
Cartographers couldn't sketch the lines of the place he's going nah they could never find him,
Demoted from heaven promoted from hell,
For thought crime, doing his time all alone in a cell,
He sees it all from his windowsill, lights up with the devil, n blows smoke halo's with the L,
He needs a one way flight to bring him back to life,
A pad and pencil, gather essentials pack light,
The irony of pitch black skies on a Sunday, I'ma get up outta here one day.

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