Santogold - My superman

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Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Well you re a liar and your cues are all wrong
But I can t count all the ways you woo me
I watch you capture what I can t hold
Now make it make some sense to me

You are, you are my
You are, you are my
You are, you are my
Superman

Hey, hey, you got to live
You got to live
You got to live

Me get high
Bless your soul
You get by
Take me along
But all the static here, it s tearing you a-part
You can t help the way that you, you, you, you

You are, you are my
You are, you are my
You are, you are my
Superman

(Hey!) You, you, you (hey!)
You gain weight
So walk, walk, walk on now
You know you saved me
Don t-don t, don t go hand down

You are, you are my
You are, you are my
You are, you are my
Superman

Inne utwory

  • Lights out
  • Icarus
  • Your voice
  • L.E.S. Artistes
  • Pretty green
  • Starstruck
  • Say aha
  • Shove it
  • Losowe utwory

    Grendel snowman

    Casts his shadow miles across the sun
    Keepin them in sight when they run
    All of a sudden we hear the 4 send
    Trackin 50 feet above my head

    Like we seen it so... there it goes
    Like we seen it so......

    Street cafe

    If there were no tomorrows
    if there was just one more chance
    I d take it again
    you know I d take it again
    you turn and it s gone forever
    in time you forget
    you know that s love
    it s only...

    Unquiet

    The sun says that this is for my good
    Only till I am back inside
    Licking wounds until I can see through
    This shadeless heart
    And clouds in shape of you

    I am the unquiet
    Minutes are hours
    I cry hard
    To make you tired

    Asleep I might be talking other world
    Take you there when you will understand
    How on...

    Sępy

    Ja palę skręty
    A tu trzempków zastępy
    Propagandą kryją własne przekręty
    Ja widzę jak traktują nas przedmiotowo
    Wiem już na ich temat to i owo
    Ej, posłuchaj mnie mądra głowo
    Alkohol to wonium tu standardowo
    Legalnie, mają teraz nową hajsu pralnie
    Podatki, akcyzy , a społeczność moralnie
    Podupada. Takaż znajdzie...

    Medusa and Hemlock

    Dim the lights, wrong the rites
    Toss the puerile cross away
    We are gashing from a venomous womb

    Burning bright, dead of night
    Pyres stain a milky way
    Lust is splashing the dark face of the moon

    In the Samhain mist