Song | Fame |
Artist | Vaux |
Album | There Must Be Some Way To Stop Them |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I抳e been to | |
New York City | |
And I walked the weakest roads. | |
Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman, | |
All dressed in holy robes. | |
And all that抯 left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it抯 in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I抦 lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
I抳e been to | |
ChicagoAnd don抰 think | |
I haven抰 crossed the seas | |
Seen Milan and its model fashion. | |
It brings me to my knees. | |
I think I抳e come undone. | |
And all that抯 left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it抯 in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I抦 lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
And all that抯 left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it抯 in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I抦 lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
And I think | |
I抳e come undone. |
I e been to | |
New York City | |
And I walked the weakest roads. | |
Seen L. A. and its perfect salesman, | |
All dressed in holy robes. | |
And all that left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
I e been to | |
ChicagoAnd don think | |
I haven crossed the seas | |
Seen Milan and its model fashion. | |
It brings me to my knees. | |
I think I e come undone. | |
And all that left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
And all that left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
And I think | |
I e come undone. |
I e been to | |
New York City | |
And I walked the weakest roads. | |
Seen L. A. and its perfect salesman, | |
All dressed in holy robes. | |
And all that left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
I e been to | |
ChicagoAnd don think | |
I haven crossed the seas | |
Seen Milan and its model fashion. | |
It brings me to my knees. | |
I think I e come undone. | |
And all that left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
And all that left to say, | |
Is spread throughout this town. | |
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross. | |
Then come on, baby. | |
And it in your face, | |
Can read it clearly now. | |
Looks like | |
I lost at the foot or your cross. | |
So come on save me. | |
And I think | |
I e come undone. |