White Lies - Trouble In America
My body, my clothes
It's a cultural fix
This is fearing money, yeah
This is fearing money and mine to throw about in the air
I'm dipping my toes in not a second late
I fly hard, full of honey, yeah
This is fearing country
So I can be a God if I dare
Don't, don't
Come any closer, now I'm cold, cold
I never meant you to know
But now they've got a thousand cops in the air
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My knowledge, my creeds, your eternal bliss
Be a star in my yearning, yeah
You're a star
But you're hurting mine to make a fall of our death
My riddles, my notes
All a vision waiting to meet for the hungry bears
It's a vine for the lucky
And chips for all you watching down there Don't, don't
Come any closer, now I'm cold, cold
I never meant you to know
But now they've got a thousand cops in the air
No, no
I won't believe in my soul, soul
I feel it heaving, oh no
They'll put me on the TV crying today
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
It's a cultural fix
This is fearing money, yeah
This is fearing money and mine to throw about in the air
I'm dipping my toes in not a second late
I fly hard, full of honey, yeah
This is fearing country
So I can be a God if I dare
Don't, don't
Come any closer, now I'm cold, cold
I never meant you to know
But now they've got a thousand cops in the air
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My knowledge, my creeds, your eternal bliss
Be a star in my yearning, yeah
You're a star
But you're hurting mine to make a fall of our death
My riddles, my notes
All a vision waiting to meet for the hungry bears
It's a vine for the lucky
And chips for all you watching down there Don't, don't
Come any closer, now I'm cold, cold
I never meant you to know
But now they've got a thousand cops in the air
No, no
I won't believe in my soul, soul
I feel it heaving, oh no
They'll put me on the TV crying today
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh, take the weight off me
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