Let's Get Ready To Crumble

The Russian Futurists

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    I do pop 'cause that's what my heart goes, I don't call it art, no sir
    That denotes that when I wrote it I had other motives
    We're never saying what we mean, it's all Silver Screens and lights
    And new heights of drama comma tension and clenchin' fists
    Love consists of on and off and a built for two coffin
    When it's summed up, the rest is a hoax and some jokes
    That's been drummed up by the suits and
    They're choking out your life in chunks from nine to five and

    You ain't never gonna get a second back

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    So come on let's lose control, we'll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope
    We'll die before we get old; into the wind we're tossin' armfuls of caution
    Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight and
    Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine

    I write words 'cause these are the things I can't say but I'll sing to you
    And I know that it's all a cop-out but my heart, it just pops out of joint
    Here's the point girl, you should be flattered at how my words they just scatter and
    Drop, to the floor 'cause you keep me nice and sore and cold down to the core
    But I wouldn't take a single second back

    So come on let's lose control, we'll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope
    We'll die before we get old; into the wind we're tossin' armfuls of caution
    Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight
    Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine

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    Composición: Matthew Adam Hart

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