The Wytches - The Holy Tightrope | Текст песни

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Your late teens are hanging on a wall
Lowered down to the first five rows.
Convinced me to leave her on her own
Every breath like a curtain closed.

But I see legs they're up in the air
There's speech writers with all my tongues.
The holy throne heirs in the basement, saddle up me like I was a pavement.

Between scenes there's dealers making calls, make a living off of perfect flaws.
The sweat drips while you dribble down the phone, innocence left clean off the bone.

But I see legs they're up in the air
There's speech writers with all your girls.
Holy tightrope, shameless catwalk,
saddle up me, like I was a pavement.

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