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Urthboy Rushing Through Me Feat. Betie Blackman
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Urthboy
Urthboy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TLevinson
TLevinson
Composer
Angus Stuart
Angus Stuart
Composer
Luke Dubber
Luke Dubber
Composer
P. Norman
P. Norman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P. Norman
P. Norman
Producer

Lyrics

Take your places, dinners served. Poets and painters, musicians there they were. There's pinot gris or merlot. Whatever you prefer. Lovers and sinners and innocent others Oils and inks and the mixing of colours (come on) House they called Heide, the things you discover Different if you're over or under the covers (Come on down) You let the breeze clear the air (Say what, say what) The food is getting cold, I couldn't care Your fingers running through your hair Underneath the table I can feel the brushing of our legs The chattering of voices, the cutlery is tapping If we drink enough than maybe it will happen, I'm feeling tipsy And for something risky, a nervous rush of pleasure I'm ravaged by the pressure Rushing through me, yeah Rushing through me, yeah Use me, touch me, you don't have to trust me I don't really care if it's wrong, no Quickly, hurry up and take me I don't really care if it's wrong, no Faded lipstick on the glass, okay top me up Lavender that's in the vase, delicately cut Across the table from my past, unruly passenger Will someone calm my fucking heart Cause it keeps speeding up Every time the door is opened, the candlelight is wavy The windows fogging up, it's hazy, the air is crazy Below the chairs our feet are touching but neither pulls away The pots are clanging in the kitchen, we're a thousand miles away Then someone yells 'what are you two up to?' And I think Trying to be world famous twenty years after we're dead, 'I'll drink To that' he said, you got up and left and had a cigarette This single-minded lust had consequences I ain't figured yet Maybe it's the red but the room is spinning around And all the colours come to life the shadows that they're bringing out I'll join you in that darkest night, dreaming of us laying down Blind to every thought except you're Rushing through me, yeah Rushing through me, yeah Use me, touch me, you don't have to trust me I don't really care if it's wrong, no Quickly, hurry up and take me I don't really care if it's wrong, no Use me, touch me, you don't have to trust me I don't really care if it's wrong, no Quickly, hurry up and take me I don't really care if it's wrong, no
Writer(s): Luke Jay Dubber, Timothy James Levinson, Angus Jack B. Stuart, Bertie Blackman, Philip Eric Norman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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