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• Artiste: Russian Futurists (The)
• Titre: C'mon
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I've been wondering for a while now what sort of force you're usin' That keeps me up nights sad and boozin' Just called to tell you I kind of like it, I know it sounds sadistic But when it's gone Oh how I miss it I've grown accustomed to the feeling; I know I've hit the bottom, Time skips like stones on ponds in Autumn But at a tavern, Late one Sunday I had a premonition; Forgettin' you was my life's mission But if you stare up into the sky There's people like you and I Dancin' on the moon at night And the black sky's pierced by a burst of white Stare up into the sky There's people like you and I Dancin' on the moon, just check And the sky's turned into a discotheque I've been wondering for a while now what sort of force you're usin' That keeps me drinkin', thinkin', losin' Is it on purpose? A conscious effort? Cause if so you're a sadist And you fill my books with angry pages It's getting colder with Christmas coming, I don't know why you're opposin' The winter's just the summer frozen And on your rooftop late at night time the moon's as white as birchbark, It's like the universe's freakish birthmark And on your rooftop late at night time we watch them oh so joyous And count hours until the sun destroys us And on your rooftop late at night time we watch them oh so joyous And count hours until the sun destroys us