Letra

This city is a dog fight, late night, at the weekend A broken arrow with my eyes down and my head bent, I was walking In a world of plastic souls, where money rules, give me meaning Say the scars on my back are a constellation map, I need meaning Didn't I warn you of this world of ours? Now they're crawling out the woodwork and spoiling all the flowers And all my time, picking out the bones for you But I'll stall them I wanna walk with the brave, give me a good day, I wanna feel human I wanna sing in a crowd, I wanna live now, I wanna feel human I wanna crawl up the classroom walls and free fall from the ceiling I don't wanna live in a cartoon war zone, I wanna feel human Didn't I warn you of this world of ours? Now they're crawling out the woodwork and spoiling all the flowers And all my time, picking out the bones for you But I'll stall them
Writer(s): Robert John Allan, Angela Mee Yee Chan, Hazel Emily Wilde, Oliver Anthony Aidan Ketteringham, Paul Allen Gregory Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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