The Frotters - Stop? (Big City Beats, 2016) | Текст песни

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• Stop? (Big City Beats, 2016)

And you know there is no way out of this alone,
We'll have to stick together to get home,
So take my hand, show no contempt,
Our eyes don't have to meet that often -
Just every know and again.
Again you've made amends with every broken tree,
We should be good to go on a count of three.
Whatever is the best of, best of you
Will surely be the last of, the last of me.

Carrying a heavy weight of memories and hate,
We might need to lose it all, I fear it's getting late.
Step carefully, move gracefully like it's your big break on TV,
Late night TV.
I've made you swear to me that once we reach the end
We both swallow the pill and never do repent.
Whatever is the best of, best of you
Will surely be the last of, the last of me.

\"Tick-tack-tock\" goes the clock, every second
There's a flock of doves flying over our heads
And if you stop, stop now then we won't ever make it,
If you stop - don't stop, don't stop, don't even look behind.
\"Tick-tack-tock\" goes the clock, every second
There's a flock of doves flying over our heads
And if you stop, stop now then we won't ever make it,
If you stop - don't stop, don't stop, don't even look behind.
\"Tick-tack-tock\" goes the clock, every second
There's a flock of doves flying over our heads
And if you stop, stop now then we won't ever make it,
If you stop - don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...

Don't stop.

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