Letra de Last Days in the Factory
H. Hawkline
Last Days in the Factory
H. Hawkline
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H. Hawkline
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Lost to the city, left cold by the sun
Tearing through the page of new age old ways
Watching lovers cross the street
The pavement never meeting their feet
Painful anniversary to get through
The distance between numbers
Between one and two
Between one and two
Between one and two
Last days in the factory
It's in the nature of concrete to crack
Young lovers as accessories
Nobody to pick up, pick up (x2)
Salt on the pillow, guilt knotting my veins
The bitter taste of greens, the sweet reek of sage
I smoke another cigarette
And then I smoke another cigarette
Please don't lose my number
Call me
The distance between slumbers
Between one and two
Between one and two
Between one and two
Between one and two
Last days in the factory
It's in the nature of concrete to crack
Young lovers as accessories
Nobody to pick up, pick up (x4)
Tearing through the page of new age old ways
Watching lovers cross the street
The pavement never meeting their feet
Painful anniversary to get through
The distance between numbers
Between one and two
Between one and two
Between one and two
Last days in the factory
It's in the nature of concrete to crack
Young lovers as accessories
Nobody to pick up, pick up (x2)
Salt on the pillow, guilt knotting my veins
The bitter taste of greens, the sweet reek of sage
I smoke another cigarette
And then I smoke another cigarette
Please don't lose my number
Call me
The distance between slumbers
Between one and two
Between one and two
Between one and two
Between one and two
Last days in the factory
It's in the nature of concrete to crack
Young lovers as accessories
Nobody to pick up, pick up (x4)
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