Letras

(Flip) I could be a little devil Or I could be a little saint I kinda like it in the middle Is you is or is you ain't Nothing's indelible Everything is sellable Whether you're an animal or vegetable or mineral It's criminal to think It drives a man to drink Am I coming off like my hits don't stink? C'mon flip (flip) Bend a little bit Maybe get wise to a new tip C'mon flip (flip) Take a little trip See another side of the same ship This is the church This is the steeple Turn up the lights See all my people C'mon flip (flip) Take it for a rip You're never gonna fly 'til you lose your grip Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Am I living in a bubble? Am I really out of touch? Do you think I'll get in trouble If I talk too much? Am I too cynical? A bit too clinical? Maybe that pinnacle's unwinnable, subliminal Original sin Yo, tell me where you've been Can we get a do-over and start again? I can't understand it for you But I'll try to explain C'mon flip (flip) Bend a little bit Maybe get wise to a new tip C'mon flip (flip) Take a little trip See another side of the same ship This is the church This is the steeple Turn up the lights See all my people C'mon flip (flip) Take it for a rip You're never gonna fly 'til you lose your grip Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Ooh, look at the stars Some of them are long gone And yet, there they are Ooh, and so it goes Because we believe it It doesn't make it so, so, so C'mon flip (flip) Bend a little bit Maybe get wise to a new tip C'mon flip (flip) Take a little trip See another side of the same ship This is the church This is the steeple Turn up the lights See all my people C'mon flip (flip) Take it for a rip You're never gonna fly 'til you lose your grip Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh (Flip)
Writer(s): Ed Robertson, Kevin Griffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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