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• Artiste: Wombats (The)
• Titre: White Eyes
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I don't know how to deal with these New York City blues It's not much of a weekend, there's one of me and all of you I'm somewhere in the hotel, I'm scrambling in the dark But you turned on the sprinklers and now I think I'm in a waterpark You bleach my heart, you do My white eyes don't care about the opening lines No matter how hard I try I need you the most, I need you the most I slipped and missed, a kink in the arithmetic But baby, who you going home with? I need you the most, I need you the most Sometimes I feel the tension, you're the coldest form of warm It's hard to keep my chin up when my guts are lying on the floor I let you chew the red parts and eat my mind like a cake 11 times round the block and you're the only drugs I wanna take You clean my heart, you do My white eyes don't care about the opening lines No matter how hard I try I need you the most, I need you the most I slipped and missed, a flaw in the arithmetic But baby, who you going home with? I need you the most, I need you the most I need you the most You clean my heart, you do But still it twists like a Rubix cube You, you turn the oceans into streams You, you take in the best, the best of me My white eyes don't care about the opening lines No matter how hard I try I need you the most, I need you the most I slipped and missed, a flaw in the arithmetic But baby, who you going home with? I need you the most, I need you the most I need you the most, I need you the most I need you the most