Song | 52nd Street Surrender |
Artist | Hailey, It Happens |
Album | Under the Brilliant Lights |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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[00:08.47] | I pull up to your house, the same time, the same place |
[00:12.65] | And I see a hint of that old smile come dancing ‘cross your face, |
[00:16.98] | That says you’re looking to start a fire, |
[00:23.09] | To walk on a wire |
[00:34.47] | There’s nothing standing in our way; no, the highway is clear, |
[00:38.91] | And I steal a glance over at you in my rearview mirror |
[00:43.66] | I feel alive when you sit so close to me |
[00:52.00] | We’ll put the pedal on the floor until we hit the coast, |
[00:56.43] | And stash our inhibition in the trunk with the ghosts |
[01:01.27] | Of those “promising kids” we used to be, |
[01:07.06] | Like that meant anything |
[01:10.58] | So we’ll drive away, toward the lights of the city |
[01:19.87] | We’ll drive away,break a hundred and fifty |
[01:27.21] | They say every road ends in just another little town, |
[01:31.83] | And every high finds its way to an equal comedown, |
[01:36.23] | But we won’t believe them |
[01:40.14] | We can’t feel our wheels touch the ground |
[01:45.12] | So you made yourself pretty. You put your high heels on tonight |
[01:49.43] | And the way that you toss back your hair, baby, you look alright |
[01:53.75] | “It’s all disguise and misdirection,” you fessed up |
[02:02.43] | You say “I won’t go to work tomorrow, I won’t even call in |
[02:07.12] | And what my mama doesn’t know, it doesn’t count as a sin.” |
[02:11.20] | So let’s get messed up. You look so nice all dressed up |
[02:39.00] | So we’ll drive away, toward the lights of the city |
[02:47.46] | We’ll drive away, break a hundred and fifty |
[02:55.50] | They say every road ends in just another little town, |
[02:59.67] | And every high finds its way to an equal comedown, |
[03:04.28] | But we won’t believe them |
[03:07.60] | We can’t feel our wheels touch the ground |
[03:12.65] | We’re animalistic. We howl into the night |
[03:17.88] | We close our eyes and we feel like we’re in flight |
[03:22.05] | We feel sleep calling but we give a battle cry and we fight on and on and on and on… |
[03:30.75] | We throw our hands in the air, |
[03:32.70] | But it feels less like a celebration |
[03:35.40] | Than an exhausted form of capitulation |
[03:39.00] | “Freedom” you scream, as we cross the county line |
[03:46.20] | Then you open your eyes |
[03:52.00] | Escape has always been a dream |
[03:56.50] | It’s just a lie |
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[00:08.47] | I pull up to your house, the same time, the same place |
[00:12.65] | And I see a hint of that old smile come dancing ' cross your face, |
[00:16.98] | That says you' re looking to start a fire, |
[00:23.09] | To walk on a wire |
[00:34.47] | There' s nothing standing in our way no, the highway is clear, |
[00:38.91] | And I steal a glance over at you in my rearview mirror |
[00:43.66] | I feel alive when you sit so close to me |
[00:52.00] | We' ll put the pedal on the floor until we hit the coast, |
[00:56.43] | And stash our inhibition in the trunk with the ghosts |
[01:01.27] | Of those " promising kids" we used to be, |
[01:07.06] | Like that meant anything |
[01:10.58] | So we' ll drive away, toward the lights of the city |
[01:19.87] | We' ll drive away, break a hundred and fifty |
[01:27.21] | They say every road ends in just another little town, |
[01:31.83] | And every high finds its way to an equal comedown, |
[01:36.23] | But we won' t believe them |
[01:40.14] | We can' t feel our wheels touch the ground |
[01:45.12] | So you made yourself pretty. You put your high heels on tonight |
[01:49.43] | And the way that you toss back your hair, baby, you look alright |
[01:53.75] | " It' s all disguise and misdirection," you fessed up |
[02:02.43] | You say " I won' t go to work tomorrow, I won' t even call in |
[02:07.12] | And what my mama doesn' t know, it doesn' t count as a sin." |
[02:11.20] | So let' s get messed up. You look so nice all dressed up |
[02:39.00] | So we' ll drive away, toward the lights of the city |
[02:47.46] | We' ll drive away, break a hundred and fifty |
[02:55.50] | They say every road ends in just another little town, |
[02:59.67] | And every high finds its way to an equal comedown, |
[03:04.28] | But we won' t believe them |
[03:07.60] | We can' t feel our wheels touch the ground |
[03:12.65] | We' re animalistic. We howl into the night |
[03:17.88] | We close our eyes and we feel like we' re in flight |
[03:22.05] | We feel sleep calling but we give a battle cry and we fight on and on and on and on |
[03:30.75] | We throw our hands in the air, |
[03:32.70] | But it feels less like a celebration |
[03:35.40] | Than an exhausted form of capitulation |
[03:39.00] | " Freedom" you scream, as we cross the county line |
[03:46.20] | Then you open your eyes |
[03:52.00] | Escape has always been a dream |
[03:56.50] | It' s just a lie |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:08.47] | I pull up to your house, the same time, the same place |
[00:12.65] | And I see a hint of that old smile come dancing ' cross your face, |
[00:16.98] | That says you' re looking to start a fire, |
[00:23.09] | To walk on a wire |
[00:34.47] | There' s nothing standing in our way no, the highway is clear, |
[00:38.91] | And I steal a glance over at you in my rearview mirror |
[00:43.66] | I feel alive when you sit so close to me |
[00:52.00] | We' ll put the pedal on the floor until we hit the coast, |
[00:56.43] | And stash our inhibition in the trunk with the ghosts |
[01:01.27] | Of those " promising kids" we used to be, |
[01:07.06] | Like that meant anything |
[01:10.58] | So we' ll drive away, toward the lights of the city |
[01:19.87] | We' ll drive away, break a hundred and fifty |
[01:27.21] | They say every road ends in just another little town, |
[01:31.83] | And every high finds its way to an equal comedown, |
[01:36.23] | But we won' t believe them |
[01:40.14] | We can' t feel our wheels touch the ground |
[01:45.12] | So you made yourself pretty. You put your high heels on tonight |
[01:49.43] | And the way that you toss back your hair, baby, you look alright |
[01:53.75] | " It' s all disguise and misdirection," you fessed up |
[02:02.43] | You say " I won' t go to work tomorrow, I won' t even call in |
[02:07.12] | And what my mama doesn' t know, it doesn' t count as a sin." |
[02:11.20] | So let' s get messed up. You look so nice all dressed up |
[02:39.00] | So we' ll drive away, toward the lights of the city |
[02:47.46] | We' ll drive away, break a hundred and fifty |
[02:55.50] | They say every road ends in just another little town, |
[02:59.67] | And every high finds its way to an equal comedown, |
[03:04.28] | But we won' t believe them |
[03:07.60] | We can' t feel our wheels touch the ground |
[03:12.65] | We' re animalistic. We howl into the night |
[03:17.88] | We close our eyes and we feel like we' re in flight |
[03:22.05] | We feel sleep calling but we give a battle cry and we fight on and on and on and on |
[03:30.75] | We throw our hands in the air, |
[03:32.70] | But it feels less like a celebration |
[03:35.40] | Than an exhausted form of capitulation |
[03:39.00] | " Freedom" you scream, as we cross the county line |
[03:46.20] | Then you open your eyes |
[03:52.00] | Escape has always been a dream |
[03:56.50] | It' s just a lie |