Song | 20 Ft. Up |
Artist | We Are The City |
Album | Violent |
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a shooting star just 20’ up — i'm like a prisoner in my car, willing to try things i'll never admit | |
i think i'm going to be sick, i'm bent out of shape — my bone head is full of it | |
she saw her car lift up off of the lawn | |
is it a sign or is she a fraud? | |
i don't know |
a shooting star just 20' up i' m like a prisoner in my car, willing to try things i' ll never admit | |
i think i' m going to be sick, i' m bent out of shape my bone head is full of it | |
she saw her car lift up off of the lawn | |
is it a sign or is she a fraud? | |
i don' t know |
a shooting star just 20' up i' m like a prisoner in my car, willing to try things i' ll never admit | |
i think i' m going to be sick, i' m bent out of shape my bone head is full of it | |
she saw her car lift up off of the lawn | |
is it a sign or is she a fraud? | |
i don' t know |