Texty

Like a piece on the grid Like a man on the beat Being served as a trick Running hot in the streets When I enter the scene they call my name Like there's nothing between us This is all a tease or a shame They enjoy when I'm bleeding Like a piece on the grid Like a man on the beat Being served as a trick for your pleasure Running hot in the streets Close your eyes to the sun As it were As it were Close your eyes to the world As it burns As it burns When I enter the scene they call your name Cuz there's so much between us This is all a teasing love affair I enjoy all these feelings But I'm a piece on the grid I'm a man on the beat Being served as a trick for their pleasure Running hot in the streets Close your eyes to the sun As it were As it were Close your eyes to the world As it burns As it burns Close your eyes to the sun As it were As it were Close your eyes to the world As it burns As it burns Close your eyes to the sun As it were As it were Close your eyes to the world As it burns As it burns
Writer(s): Olivier Ruel, Simon Alexis Boris Delacroix, Paul Emmanuel De Homem-christo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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