The tapping of the feet seem loud, there's a girl in a whirlwind cloud I danced with a Spaniard man, til we had no breath left in our pounding chests
I shudder like I'm all bereft, I danced grief from my pores The beat pounds like a knocking at the door
The hi-hats dance like a feather I'm in, I'm in a paralytic loveless dream Not a single face I've seen Is a friend I recognise or recognises me
I black out, I don't want your dim sum It's 3am I wanna dance til the sun comes I Wanna fight your cousin I wanna tear through the night like an angel flare I'm a ten-foot snare That cuts in the sky with no care, no care, no care, no
A narcissist on a cucking stool
The kids are not alright The kids are not all
Feels like I'm coming home x 2
A narcissist on a cucking stool
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