1. Álvaro Soler - A Contracorriente (ft. David Bisbal)
2. The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company
3. Álvaro Soler - Manila (ft. Ray Dalton)
Radiohead - Blow Out
Szövegírók: |
Colin Greenwood Jonny Greenwood Ed O'Brien Philip Selway Thom Yorke |
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Zeneszerzők: |
Colin Greenwood Jonny Greenwood Ed O'Brien Philip Selway Thom Yorke |
Kiadó: | Keressük! |
Stílus: | Alternaítv rock, alternatív indie |
Címkék: | Keressük! |
Megtekintve: Ma 2, összesen 840 alkalommal
Dalszöveg
I get home from work
and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head
and what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
The troubled words of a troubled mind
I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but its 58 hours
since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
I get on the train and I just stand
about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out
when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me
and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head
and what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
The troubled words of a troubled mind
I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but its 58 hours
since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
I get on the train and I just stand
about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out
when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me
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