Lyrics

The blinds here are so sharp and they cut, The light from the primitive sun You know I really wanted her Society thinks so highly of this hotel I vomited on Before I lost the sight of her My man, he quietly closes the door now the pharaoh is woken, My hands, I feel like I've been here before She has already spoken Anyway There's no reason to get hurt You don't need to sell your shirt To do the devil's work You finally found your place You know it always works You know it always works I saw someone who looked like you on The platform at Bondi station But from a younger era The lights in the bellhouse were still on We all need somebody to love, Be we clothed or naked. My man, he quietly closes the door Now the pharaoh is woken My hands, I feel like I've been here before She has already spoken Anyway There's no reason to get hurt You don't need to sell your shirt To do the devil's work. You finally found your place You know it always works You know it always works You finally found your place
Writer(s): Pontus Johan Winnberg, Andrew Wyatt Blakemore, Christian Lars Karlsson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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