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Ilko Rumenov Birov
Songwriter
Ivan Yuriev Alexiev
Songwriter
Letra
Mrs. James lives up high
So high her oxygen's low
Such a situation
Is bound to crumble and fall
Mr. Pitts finds meaning
In the web of her game
What's the point of feelings
In the face of the shame?
Look what you've done to me
My baby
Look what you made me be
My girl
When you're so close
Nobody knows
Just what you say to me
As their courtship played on
Their love intensified
A house full of children
The perfect life
Mr. Pitts was needy
He had a magazine cut
What's the point of feelings
When you can't trust your gut?
Look what you've done to me
My baby
Look what you made me be
My girl
When you're so close
Nobody knows
Just what you say to me
Look what you've done to me
My baby
Look what you made me be
My girl
When you're so close
Nobody knows
Just what you say to
Gravity calls
You to the ground
'Cause your high castle
Is coming down
Mrs. James was up high
Ready to parachute down
Thinking of her past life
Where was it now?
Oh, where was it now?
Where did it all go?
Writer(s): Ilko Birov
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