Paroles New York City Fuck Off de Matson Jones
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Textes et Paroles de New York City Fuck Off
I'm sick of electronic fingersAnd voices through receiversGive me handsI'm sick of neurotic picture-makersAnd heady confrontationGive me heartOhI'm through with electronic lettersAnd too many vicesGive me helpI'm through with love with picture-makersand New York CityFuck offOhRun, run, run, run, run that townWe run, run, run, run, run that townRun, run, run, run, run me downYou run, run, run, run, run me downRun me downI'm over cigarettes burned to the filtersAnd cold that hurts my fingersGive me glovesI'm over lonely picture-makersWho scatter their heartsGive me gutsOhI'm through with lonely conversationsAnd heartfelt contradictionsGive me graceI'm through with tragic picture-makersAnd optimistic suckersFuck offOhRun, run, run, run, run that townWe run, run, run, run, run that townRun, run, run, run, run me downYou run, run, run, run, run me downRun, run, run, run, run that townWe run, run, run, run, run that townRun, run, run, run, run me downYou run, run, run, run, run me downRun me downI'm sick of electronic fingersAnd voices through receiversGive me handsI'm sick of neurotic picture-makersAnd heady confrontationGive me heartI'm over cigarettes burned to the filtersAnd cold that hurts my fingersGive me glovesI'm over lonely picture-makersWho scatter their heartsGive me some fucking gutsOh
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