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Tasty prey

Album: Tasty prey
By:
Sickabell

Duration

3:51

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

A Plindo elabel production. Song written by Giuliano G. Vernaschi

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Lyrics

No, I don't like what I see outside my window everyone thinks for themselves I watch them running all day long they work so hard to convert air into clouds of smoke So the color of my eyes is like the coldest winter Cannot run the risk of smiling Some days ago I took a walk around here and I met a friend of mine: he’d been put up for sale Saw my mate trapped in a cage they call a shop window From that day on I started breathing deeply the smoke So the color of my eyes is like the coldest winter Cannot run the risk of smiling too much And the smell of my skin makes me like a tasty prey, now I can't run the risk of talking They'd cut me off So the color of my eyes is like the coldest winter Cannot run the risk of telling the truth And the smell of my skin makes me like the tastiest prey, now I can't run the risk of talking They'd cut me off They'd cut me off

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