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Recorded at Albae's living room with one microphone and lots of feeling
lyrics
Take your time young lad
Seconds still pass by
And you wanna go out in a "Bang"
Let the bottom of your glass
jump and kiss the sky
It won't kill the butterflies
But it'll certainly help you...
Forget there are feelings there
Jumping ship will never fill this vase
Go out there and just state your case
Its cool.
Roll down the skirt some more
Don't wanna be that slut
But i know my rear is da bomb
Three guys just bought me shots
a fourth a bag of "rolls"
I'll take this one home for sure
But when the morning comes...
I'll wonder why they never call me back
Take me out on a Romantic night
Give me flowers, do nice things for me
Im alone.
Breathing and watching
A flame flickering against the candlestick
While you take a swig at a beer
Against the table our feet rest
in six more weeks you'll head out west
Because nobody will ever know
what I'm talking about
how much i want this to work
But instead it opens up the floor
for another dance with your rug
I'll hold you tight and start this mess
From your neck a trail awaits
Down to your thighs
Up to your lips.
There's one thing you'll need to understand
Ask for the moon, Ill bring the whole sky down
But there's no game when the only player is
Oh you.
credits
from
Working Man,
released November 5, 2014
Guitars and Voice: Albae Camino
Music and Words by: Analog
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