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Soundtracks - The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell songtekst
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What to wear What to say What to wear on a sunny day Who to phone Who to fight Who to dance with on a Sunday night Reaching the very edge, you know Reaching the very edge Going to the other side this time Reaching the very edge You're still breathing but you don't know why Life's a bitch and sometimes you die You're still breathing but you just can't tell Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell I am a drug I am a dragon I am the best jazz you've ever seen I am a dragon I am the sky I am the blood at the corner of your eye I find the secrets I find gold I find you out before you grow old I find you out before you grow old What is eternal What is damned What is clay and what is sand Who to diss Who to trust Who to listen to Who to suss I'm reaching the very edge, you know I'm reaching the very edge I'm going to the other side this time I'm reaching the very edge You're still breathing but you don't know why Life's a bitch and sometimes you die You're still breathing but you just can't tell Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell I am a dragon I am a drug I am the best jazz you've ever heard I am a dragon I am the sky I am the blood at the corner of your eye I find the secrets I find gold I find you out before you grow old I find you out before you grow old The pretty things are going to hell They’re weren’t now But they weren’t well The pretty things are going to hell They’re weren’t now But they weren’t well The pretty things are going to hell They’re weren’t now But they weren’t well The pretty things are going to hell They’re weren’t now But they weren’t well You're still breathing but you don't know why Life's a bitch and sometimes you die You're still breathing but you just can't tell Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell You're still breathing but you don't know why Life's a bitch and sometimes you die You're still breathing but you just can't tell Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell