Letras

Here it comes, here it comes I can feel the hills exploding Exploding gracefully Burning up the freeway Here it comes Grass is green at the edge of the bubble Beautiful kids into beautiful trouble And it seems to fall out of the sky And come down on you Oh baby, burn Fast Toyota burns rubber Useless rockers from England Good times, had by all Just swallow your guilt and your conscience Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal Interstate fire, walk straight down the middle And it seems to fall out of the sky And come on down Oh baby, burn
Writer(s): Philip James Selway, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'brien, Thomas Edward Yorke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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