M/Morgan Page/Strange Condition (Feat. Elisabeth Maurus)
Read me the letter, baby, Do not leave out the words. Stories and cigarettes ruined lives of lesser girls, And I wanna know, Cause I want you to know,
And its a strange condition, condition, condition..
Send me the money, baby, Do not leave out the wage. You know you're the best thing ever To come out of this place, Hey I want you to know, Cause I wanna know
And its a strange condition.. A day in prison, Its got me out of my head And I don't know what I came for, I want you to know...
So leave out the others, baby, Say I'm the only one, Cut out the uniforms
And settle with the sun, Hey I want you to know,
Cause I wanna know,
And its a strange condition, A day in prison, Its got me outta my head And I don't know what I came for, I want you to know...
I want you to know... I want you to know... ..I want you to know
I want you to know... I want you to know...
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