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• Artiste: Anna Straker
• Titre: Ignite Me
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Empty bottles everywhere I was dancing in the kitchen Lights flicker on the pioneer We race to the coup A train with no view Incased in space A surface to embrace The waste of Waterloo Ignite me In the queue a sea of high heels and iPhones Pushing to the front, moths to the blue light Midnight feels like butterflies trying to be free Let me see your ID (I swear I'm eighteen) I need something to ignite me Ignite me Ignite me Always floating round, like a cigarette rolling over Dance floors, black rooms, long queues in the cold And whatever happens Wherever this may go We're staying out 'til the sunrise, sunrise I'm inside, sole of my shoes are sticky, sweaty, breathy All of life is here In the bathroom queue my phones on two percent A text saying "already went", well Boys in groups and girls in hoops made for each other Well I'm just trying to drown them out Answer your phone and tell your girlfriend you're coming home Strobe lights, wide eyed I heard about a third room Following smoke, I'm out with this bloke And theres this door And they ask him what it's for And he's like "you're too fragile tonight You must not see" But I need something to ignite me Ignite me Ignite me Always floating round, like a cigarette rolling over Dance floors, black rooms, long queues in the cold And whatever happens Wherever this may go We're staying out 'til the sunrise, sunrise And whatever happens Wherever this may go We're staying out 'til the sunrise, the sunrise (Always floating round, like a cigarette rolling over) In the queue a sea of high heels and iPhones Pushing to the front, moths to the blue light Midnight feels like butterflies trying to be free Butterflies trying to be free Butterflies trying to be free Butterflies trying to be free Butterflies trying to be free Always floating round, like a cigarette rolling over