Текст песни Kills, The — What New York Used to Be

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Coma comma drama,
Come on draw it,
Scratch it,
Say it,
Say it,
Make it to the bottom ladder,
Climb it,
Drop an apple off the top it stop,
I don't wanna eat it,
Need it,
Know it,
Force it,
Feed it,
Leave it,
Be it,
Just keep it in its box

What easy used to be
What love used to be
What drugs used to be
What TV used to be
What music used to be
What luck used to be
What art used to be
What you used to be

Comma drama,
Come on draw your skin your mile longer,
Love song,
Sure it tells the future,
Fingers crushed and run 'em under water,
Shark-infested sea of secrets,
In the open fire beat it,
Don't believe it,
Just keep it in its box

What easy used to be
What fun used to be
What dreaming used to be
What fame used to be
What city used to be
What fast used to be
What low used to be
What New York used to be [5x]

Come on come on come on
Tell me, come on
Tell me how much better the weather
And greener the grass, man
Show me how it used to be

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