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• Artiste: Gruff (The)
• Titre: The Make
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Standing on the balcony in Phoenix Lager shine Everyone below is crowded 'round Buck 65 The stubble of your cheek against my cheek felt so divine Won't you tell me how I'm going to die Won't you tell me how I'm going to die I've never seen so many pretty people in one place Seems the tighter that your jeans, the prettier your face And I was worried that I wouldn't fit with this design But when I saw you across the room I felt fine But when I saw you, suddenly I felt fine Death, O Death He has got it in for me And I have got it bad for you With your goggles and your boots And I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pines But I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refined I'm drinking beer and trying to look refined The music is so loud in my feet I can't feel the bass The fluttering of crowded heat puts roses in my face I wish that you could see them, but you are so in demand Dreaming up ideas, I could grow them in your head Dreaming up ideas in your head So if you think it's culture, then it's culture, I admit Some of it is beautiful and some of it is shit And I could try to find a definition for this art But I cannot define what's in my transparent heart I cannot define what's in my heart Death, O Death He has got it in for me And I have got it bad for you With your goggles and your boots And I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pines But I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refined I'm drinking beer and I'm trying to look refined So what is your prediction, coming from the velvet coat Death by gun or rhino horn or choking of the throat I'd like to put it out there that our lives could intertwine But I don't for the mortal fear you might decline But I don't for fear you might decline Death, O Death He has got it in for me And I have got it bad for you With your goggles and your boots And I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pines But I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refined I'm drinking beer and I'm trying to look refined