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I Feel So Wrong

 

I Feel So Wrong

(álbum: English Tapas - 2017)


Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I looked at the moon tonight
It looked like a picture
I tried to figure if it was real or just a fixture
Sometimes it winks at me, sometimes it smiles
Sometimes it looks at you 'cause it can see for miles
I hadn't noticed that the brick had made the picture
I'm sick of ashtrays outside the Piano & Pitcher
Sometimes it winks at me, sometimes it smiles
Sometimes it looks at you 'cause it can see for miles

Thunder sky, don't break as I walk home
I want to keep dry under skies that hold their own
Thunder sky, don't break as I walk home
I want to keep dry under skies that hold their own

I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong

I looked at myself tonight, I know I'm richer
It turns itself inside and burns that little bit deeper
I drag a tenner out, I drag much more
And shuffle into sounds across the darkened score

Thunder sky, don't break as I walk home
I want to keep dry under skies that hold their own
Thunder sky, don't break as I walk home
I want to keep dry under skies that hold their own

I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong

The look is high flexed wind tonight the warmth is laced with rain
The angle on the faces tell me it's not playing straight
The look is high flexed winged, I knew that it was gonna be
A plunging death of everything, the death of harmonies

I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong
I feel so wrong

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