Hot Chip - No fit state

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Scuse me sir i would like to leave the ride
Too many emergencies this time
I forgot, i forgot all this, all the trouble at my fingertips
Too many emergencies this time

Scuse me sir but what is in your bag
Feels like those evil things you had
I forgot, I forgot all this, all these things that they feed us with
Feels like those evil things inside

We caught the fire but the body escaped
Love other people but I don t know their names
I don t know their names

I m in no fit state
I m in no fit shape
To fall in love with you
To make a record of my life
To lose any more than I need
To watch my fingers bleed
To bust my body up
To drink out of your cup
To act a fool in love
Acting hard s been tough
To act a fool in love
Acting hard s been tough

Inne utwory

  • Baby said
  • The beach party
  • Arrest yourself
  • Whistle for Will
  • Playboy
  • Bad luck
  • Look after me
  • I became a volunteer
  • The warning
  • (And i was a) Boy from school
  • My piano
  • So glad to see you
  • Bubbles they bounce
  • Bendable poseable
  • In the privacy of our love
  • Out at the pictures
  • Tchaparian
  • Careful
  • Crap kraft dinner
  • Losowe utwory

    Love would find a way

    I lost my heart
    in her blue eyes.
    Don’t ask me how
    don’t analyse.
    But I was slowly captured by her spell.
    When she didn’t wanna know me
    Never gave up hoping.

    Love would find a way
    Love would save the day.
    Nothing in the world would ever stand in...

    Dreams

    Have u ever had a dream

    One day a thought came to me
    Took me a while to understand
    Oh transformed into a vision
    As if i could touch it with my hand

    I guess i should have known it was me all the time
    I guess i...

    Slave to the rhythm

    Work all day, As men who know,
    Wheels must turn, To keep the flow,

    Build on up, Don t break the chain,
    Sparks will fly When the whistle blows,

    Never stop the action,
    Keep it up, keep it up,

    Work to the rhythm, Live to the rhythm,

    Young hearts

    Oh, take my love, fly with me to universe
    Search your soul, baby make your feelings heard
    Oh, tears of love, our souvenirs from paradise
    You stole my heart, see the tears in my eyes
    Touch my heart, maybe my dreams come true
    You are...

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