The Kills - What New York Used To Be(instrumental) | Текст песни

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Coma comma drama, come on draw it, scratch it, say it, say it, make it to the bottom ladder, climb it, drop an apple off the top it stop it, I don't wanna eat it, need it, know it, force it, feed it, leave it, be it, just keep it in its box.

What easy used to be
What love used to be
What drugs used to be
What TV used to be
What music used to be
What luck used to be
What art used to be
What you used to be.

Comma drama, come on drawl your skin your mile longer, love song, sure it tells the future, fingers crushed and run 'em under water, shark-infested sea of secrets, in the open fire beat it, don't believe it, just keep it in it's box.

What the city used to be
What fun used to be
What dreaming used to be
What fame used to be
What fast used to be
What low used to be
What New York used to be.

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