Silky skin Do you feel it? Softer than the velvet Burn it down Burn it down
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Fuck around Yeah, I've been down No running round Yeah, I've been crowned No love lost, no love found A cheap thrill like a cheap meal My darkest smile Just to put you down Then switch it off like an automat Escape this town into the night All locals, I've seen it all So I go coast-to-coast Some roads I drove on before You gotta learn the ropes While we roll, you fold At least now you know Gotta trust that I'ma be your mother fucking dream
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Violence, their religion Asking, no permission Clockwork mechanism
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Compositores: Nacim Zitouni, Rodrigue Janois, Louis Côté & Kristina Bazan