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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Vanko
Songwriter
歌詞
I feel a cold creepin' round my doorstep
I got that old feelin' runnin' down my neck
We're in a state of emergency, desperate
For somethin' to pay us the currency
Orders are tall, makin' holes in my attic
Mortars and small envelopes wreak havoc
Pilein' high like a glass castle mansion
Tryin' to fight the low-class battle, hey
I Wanna come inside
Warm up by the fire
Warm up by the fire
Drivin' a car in the dark, no headlights
With a guitar, loose lips, wrongs and rights
I see a long, broke mumblin' Breadline
Carryin' on, just shufflin
Oh, open up wide, guzzle down the season
Regular life is gonna seem uneven
Takin' a dose of calamity's treatment
Gettin' a loan from a tragedy, hey
I Wanna come inside
Warm up by the fire
Warm up by the fire
I feel a cold creepin' round my doorstep
I got that old feelin' runnin' down my neck
We're in a state of emergency, desperate
For somethin' to pay us the currency
I wanna come inside, warm up by the fire
I wanna come inside, warm up by the fire
I wanna come inside, warm up by the fire
I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire
I wanna come inside, warm up by the fire
I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire
I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire
I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire
I wanna come inside, and warm up by the fire
Warm up by the fire
Writer(s): Jacob Vanko
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