Texty

Do ya wanna hit the gutter? Little lover say you love me But the city is a pity There's a pretty way it can be Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh I Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Six, five, four, three, two, one!) Baby turn around (yea-eah) Under silver cloud (yea-eah) See the mystic sun (shine on) Green utopia (my love) Green, green utopia Do ya wanna smoke another? In a leather make my heart beat But the people – pretty evil There's a real place that I need Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh I Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Six, five, four, three, two, one!) Baby turn around (yea-eah) Under silver cloud (yea-eah) See the mystic sun (shine on) Green utopia (my love) I don't need what I never got I believe anything I want Follow me through another world Evergreen let the city burn Baby turn around (yea-eah) Under silver cloud (yea-eah) See the mystic sun (shine on) Green utopia (my love) Green, green utopia Green, green utopia Green, green utopia-a-a, oh
Writer(s): Craig Robert Nicholls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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