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Port Noir
Port Noir
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andreas Wiberg
Andreas Wiberg
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Love Andersson
Love Andersson
Composer
Andreas Hollstrand
Andreas Hollstrand
Composer
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Port Noir
Port Noir
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Daniel Bergstrand
Daniel Bergstrand
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David Castillo
David Castillo
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We're stuck in a world where truth is the first casualty Just another well-cut fashion We're soaking down breeding Rolling around in our premium lack of feeling Put on your slick dark lashes We're bending down to the fucking famous But no one will pay the cost laid by our classical means They'll spend it till their statements get better (Better) We all buy it, we don't fight when it gets better (Better) Still, the new art won't stand to feed us They stack all lies and they show us all we need Licking down dirt, it's all greed, it's all routine We got new shackles, we're governed slaves And it's all been paid, and it's all been said, ooh They say that the cost is no matter, that's irrational wheeze Because you're still no classic Stick around, be the last coat hanging It's like a Maglite flashing (Flashing, flashing) It doesn't matter how you wanna frame it When the beauty ain't ever in it Just another line of your well-cut fashion (Fashion, fashion) They all bow to the colors of your dark lashes The new art won't stand to feed us They stack all lies and they show us all we need Taking their time behind our backs, it's all routine We got new shackles, we're governed slaves If I'm not okay, you'll take it out of the last in me, ooh It's our own late show, it's our only choice We don't mind when it gets better (Better, better) We don't mind when it's all pleasure (Pleasure) The new art won't stand to feed us! We ain't better, we ain't feathered, so don't bother us then We ain't silenced, ain't titled, ain't far away We lack no motion, they show us all we need Licking down dirt, it's all greed Pull it down with your slick trigger finger We lack no shackles, we're governed slaves If I'm not okay, you'll take it out of the last in me, ooh
Writer(s): Gary Keane, Stephanie Rainey, Jim Duigid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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