Cold Win - Ghostpoet
So a crunching bird flu
Signals another day
Boss thinks I'm stubborn eh
But I wish she would button it
New kicks loving it
Took me like two months
But big things from cold feet
One squashed like butternut
Outside the double dutch kiddies
Wait for chicken fix
And I hate the lunch run
Six months I'm out of here
Saving up the pennies
Cos the city's too gritty
And cooking french fries ain't pretty
Can someone show me the way
I don't know this place
I rose awake in a dream
I need to go back before
The sun goes down on my heart
Before the sun goes down on my heart
All my clothes smell of grease
A night on holiday
Break my back all week for
Crumbs and abuse
And I swear what's the use
Quick sip of lucozade
To pep up the bones
And amp up ramones
And volume maximum
I'm feeling like maximus
You know in that film film4 tuesdays
And highlight of the wicked week
Complain till bleak or some navy blue
I don't know you
Can someone show me the way
I don't know this place
I rose awake in a dream
I need to go back before
The sun goes down on my heart
Before the sun goes down on my heart
Can someone show me the way
I don't know this place
I rose awake in a dream
I need to go back before
The sun goes down on my heart
Before the sun goes down on my heart
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