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Atmosphere - Camera Thief

Texty amerických interpretov

01 Máj 2014, 19:41

    Verse 1
    Camera thief
    Take pictures
    Run like the parallel stitches
    Attach my feet to the path I beat
    Teach myself to keep the answers brief
    Gnash my teeth like the last to feast
    Imagine me on that abandoned beach
    Sand and sea as if the jazz was free
    I’m Ice cream mixed with gasoline
    Direct attention to the craftsmanship
    Neglect to mention that the past will stick
    Like initials carved in the concrete
    Like the tattoo that hides on your mommy
    I still kick it with angels
    The difference is that instead of the bar, I’m at my kitchen table
    The starlight shines through the glass
    But you feel safe underneath that mask

    Verse 2
    Ferris Wheel, give rides
    These scars healed in time to get high
    Lock the doors and hide the keys
    Lets go describe how to climb a tree
    Don’t sign the lease just cop a corner
    For you to curl up and try to sleep
    Those cheap police won't find my wings I keep my dreams inside my dreams
    And If I had a time machine
    I’d probably use it like a vacuum and try to clean
    It kind a seems, quite more than a handful of these regrets have been circumstantial
    Now give me all the cash out the drawer
    Touch that mustache down on the floor
    And I’ll be in court holding a pitchfork
    Before I let the contest outlast the sport

    Verse 3
    Pocket watch, impatient
    Find a mate then make the migration
    Break the rules, but first break the rulers
    And keep it moving like a rumor
    I don’t need to defend my defensiveness
    I keep to myself, my family, and friendships
    I’ve got enough people I could disappoint
    If you disagree I think you missed the point
    Now go ahead and grab a chair
    Let me tell you about the last few years
    Pulled out a sack of Samson’s hair
    And put it on the dash like a dancin’ bear
    I wrote you a horoscope
    It won't fit on this post-it note
    But if I had to sum it up into a shorter quote
    It goes fuck it, you might as well row that boat
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