Song | Videogame |
Artist | Eugene McGuinness |
Album | The Invitation To The Voyage |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Out here, peculiar wind | |
From a desert fun fair | |
Once they’re in out at the burnt town | |
A new is prepared | |
But call us murderers | |
Come the nights in minor keep | |
A more bloody nose and black eye | |
It’s not sad, it’s funny | |
It’s both my pain and my pleasure | |
So mix the two with generous measures | |
Dream visions small | |
From wild fever | |
In a videogame | |
Chessin’ strangers | |
So destiny’s callin’ | |
But perception’s so poor | |
I went into the pull of the ground | |
Where the solar is sore | |
And I went down to the playhouse | |
For some absurd | |
A club at least | |
But from the | |
Shakespearian lessons | |
I came up asking with more questions | |
Been listening on | |
God To be so brave at all | |
My darling | |
Clementine | |
Let’s fuck it up | |
One more time | |
It’s your black night top | |
Your LPE The presidential pearls | |
Get away from me | |
Now drive the fuckin’ line | |
If you’ve been long as | |
I Lash out on the rairy | |
Please so sit down | |
Too late to spawn | |
The life fever | |
And I give it again | |
Take it to you |
Out here, peculiar wind | |
From a desert fun fair | |
Once they' re in out at the burnt town | |
A new is prepared | |
But call us murderers | |
Come the nights in minor keep | |
A more bloody nose and black eye | |
It' s not sad, it' s funny | |
It' s both my pain and my pleasure | |
So mix the two with generous measures | |
Dream visions small | |
From wild fever | |
In a videogame | |
Chessin' strangers | |
So destiny' s callin' | |
But perception' s so poor | |
I went into the pull of the ground | |
Where the solar is sore | |
And I went down to the playhouse | |
For some absurd | |
A club at least | |
But from the | |
Shakespearian lessons | |
I came up asking with more questions | |
Been listening on | |
God To be so brave at all | |
My darling | |
Clementine | |
Let' s fuck it up | |
One more time | |
It' s your black night top | |
Your LPE The presidential pearls | |
Get away from me | |
Now drive the fuckin' line | |
If you' ve been long as | |
I Lash out on the rairy | |
Please so sit down | |
Too late to spawn | |
The life fever | |
And I give it again | |
Take it to you |
Out here, peculiar wind | |
From a desert fun fair | |
Once they' re in out at the burnt town | |
A new is prepared | |
But call us murderers | |
Come the nights in minor keep | |
A more bloody nose and black eye | |
It' s not sad, it' s funny | |
It' s both my pain and my pleasure | |
So mix the two with generous measures | |
Dream visions small | |
From wild fever | |
In a videogame | |
Chessin' strangers | |
So destiny' s callin' | |
But perception' s so poor | |
I went into the pull of the ground | |
Where the solar is sore | |
And I went down to the playhouse | |
For some absurd | |
A club at least | |
But from the | |
Shakespearian lessons | |
I came up asking with more questions | |
Been listening on | |
God To be so brave at all | |
My darling | |
Clementine | |
Let' s fuck it up | |
One more time | |
It' s your black night top | |
Your LPE The presidential pearls | |
Get away from me | |
Now drive the fuckin' line | |
If you' ve been long as | |
I Lash out on the rairy | |
Please so sit down | |
Too late to spawn | |
The life fever | |
And I give it again | |
Take it to you |